The whispers of my stories so I can finish them.
the sound of him breathing
a whispered good morning..and the rustle of sheets
That T (not telling you her real name) has stopped self-harming and is doing okay and talking to me, P has given up drugs and wants help to stay clean, D doesn't want to die anymore, V's grandpa is going to be alright, I am passing Civics and US with A's and... Andrew has won the lotto.
Ah gee, I'm really dreaming, aren't I?
Whispers of today, so I know what to expect.
Let me just get out of the way here..
Good Morning my love. Thank you for a lovely evening and a wonderful night.
I just keep hopping from place to place.
I never stay too long.
I just keep moving singing a song.
So you better stop me if you want to chat.
Or you will never know where I am at.
The sound of coffee drippin into the pot.
Today was a fluke. A dream. It didn't happen. It will never happen. Not ever again.
thunder.. lightning.. rain on a tin roof.. wind whipping branches.. crackle of the fireplace..
phone ringing...a whispered invitation and road directions ..
Will you stay here with me? And never leave?
Muahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Morning guys... hehehe.
Encouraging voices of friends.
"No one knows when the final grain of sand will plummet through their own personal Hourglass." ~ CKAcres
"If you really want to make a difference, don't over think it, just do it..."
"Scars of life are deeply etched within the minds of curious old souls."
Just hold me near, and don't let go.
Either the sound of my cat purring in my face or heavy metal music.
The gentle sound of stirring, a soft yawn and then a *mew*, followed by soft kisses and snuggles, ending in "good morning Andrew, I love you," to which, I shall answer "morning, Aria, I love you, too," with a smile, a *mew* and snuggly kisses too.
Not to the sound of my dogs barking....just once....but a whisper of my name and a touch on my head. (Now I sound like a dog.) -_-