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Hello my dears,
isn't it a beeeeautiful day? The sun is shining, it's warm and sunny. I'm up since 7 a.m. and I feel fantastic.
I slurped to the garden and did some writing.
This here is for you:
Title: Wounds
Pairing: C/Z
Rating: PG
This is going to happen sometimes after Marybeth...
Time has not yet healed the pain
that haunts within...
Nothing is more beautiful than sitting in the grass,
leaning against a tree ... holding Casey in my arms,
feeling his warm body against my chest.
Almost in a doze but yet aware of the wonder
that covers us... me.
His hands are stroking my arms like dust in the wind.
There's the shy chirping of a starling. The mite is so low -
the rustling of sandwich paper would drown it out.
Darkness.
Forgotten.
Almost over night the world changed the colors.
The world performs a new play.
Summer.
The actors are no longer fubsy in padded winter-coats,
trees no longer desolate like silhouettes...
Summer plays its own melody...
the ding-dong-cart tempting us with melon ice-cream,
children splashing in the water, squeaking and cheering.
The negative photo of winter and early spring has changed into
explosions of power and life. It's a world for the quick, even my
blood is running faster through my veins...
Though...
The pain is dropping down in slow-motion like a woolen scarf
floats to a over-soft carpet...
It's an intense phenomenon - a game between two poles,
between activity in the heat and return to the coolness of...
somewhere.
The days are longer now - darkness .... forgotten.
He's holding me, telling me without any word
love is like a constellation. Solid. Always there.
He believes in it.
Always there... Is it? I want to believe... I so want to believe...
I do believe in magic...
magic in his feather-like touches,
in his breathing against my arms, in just our being.
We're making memories. Day by day. Unseen.
Memories ... many of them will fade , the important won't...
'Are you okay?' he asks, his warm blue eyes watching me with
worried intent. Wrapping my long arms tighter around his chest,
pressing my face into his shoulder, dropping a kiss to his neck -
I don't myself allow to cry and I so want to...
In moments like this I have no fear,
the wounds don't hurt that much...
wounds of guilt and atonement.
In moments like this I feel it's the place I want to be
every day of my life.
I like to think this could be our future. A future with Casey.
One day.
He smiles and whispers 'A dream can't compare to this...'
Maybe we've reached our dream...
as a beginning.
We'll make this surviving thing
as long as we do it together.
Time has not yet healed the pain
that haunts within
the ghosts, nightmares and wounds are just too strong -
but we won't let them win
Have a great Sunday, guys! See you later again!
.
isn't it a beeeeautiful day? The sun is shining, it's warm and sunny. I'm up since 7 a.m. and I feel fantastic.
I slurped to the garden and did some writing.
This here is for you:
Title: Wounds
Pairing: C/Z
Rating: PG
This is going to happen sometimes after Marybeth...
Time has not yet healed the pain
that haunts within...
Nothing is more beautiful than sitting in the grass,
leaning against a tree ... holding Casey in my arms,
feeling his warm body against my chest.
Almost in a doze but yet aware of the wonder
that covers us... me.
His hands are stroking my arms like dust in the wind.
There's the shy chirping of a starling. The mite is so low -
the rustling of sandwich paper would drown it out.
Darkness.
Forgotten.
Almost over night the world changed the colors.
The world performs a new play.
Summer.
The actors are no longer fubsy in padded winter-coats,
trees no longer desolate like silhouettes...
Summer plays its own melody...
the ding-dong-cart tempting us with melon ice-cream,
children splashing in the water, squeaking and cheering.
The negative photo of winter and early spring has changed into
explosions of power and life. It's a world for the quick, even my
blood is running faster through my veins...
Though...
The pain is dropping down in slow-motion like a woolen scarf
floats to a over-soft carpet...
It's an intense phenomenon - a game between two poles,
between activity in the heat and return to the coolness of...
somewhere.
The days are longer now - darkness .... forgotten.
He's holding me, telling me without any word
love is like a constellation. Solid. Always there.
He believes in it.
Always there... Is it? I want to believe... I so want to believe...
I do believe in magic...
magic in his feather-like touches,
in his breathing against my arms, in just our being.
We're making memories. Day by day. Unseen.
Memories ... many of them will fade , the important won't...
'Are you okay?' he asks, his warm blue eyes watching me with
worried intent. Wrapping my long arms tighter around his chest,
pressing my face into his shoulder, dropping a kiss to his neck -
I don't myself allow to cry and I so want to...
In moments like this I have no fear,
the wounds don't hurt that much...
wounds of guilt and atonement.
In moments like this I feel it's the place I want to be
every day of my life.
I like to think this could be our future. A future with Casey.
One day.
He smiles and whispers 'A dream can't compare to this...'
Maybe we've reached our dream...
as a beginning.
We'll make this surviving thing
as long as we do it together.
Time has not yet healed the pain
that haunts within
the ghosts, nightmares and wounds are just too strong -
but we won't let them win
Have a great Sunday, guys! See you later again!
.
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Date: 2011-06-12 10:12 am (UTC)From:Stunning piece, girl.
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Date: 2011-06-12 01:08 pm (UTC)From:Thank you so much. Summer IS hope, isn't it?
Love,
Julchen
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Date: 2011-06-12 10:54 am (UTC)From:Memories ... many of them will fade , the important won't
That has to be one of my favorite lines. Simply beautiful Julchen.
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Date: 2011-06-12 01:09 pm (UTC)From:Thank you so much, my dear. This smile won't leave all day, I'm sure.
Love,
Julchen
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Date: 2011-06-12 10:57 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2011-06-12 01:10 pm (UTC)From:Love,
Julchen
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Date: 2011-06-12 12:20 pm (UTC)From:Zeke and Casey have found such a loving relationship and that's what keeps the monsters away. I love your gentle way with them.
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Date: 2011-06-12 01:11 pm (UTC)From:I can't help but see our boys gentle and loving.
Thanks a lot for this gorgeous reply, darling.
Love,
Julchen
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Date: 2011-06-12 01:41 pm (UTC)From:that haunts within
the ghosts, nightmares and wounds are just too strong -
but we won't let them win"
Gorgeous .. it's so good to see you back :)
Enjoy the sunshine.. we have heavy rain here :(
*hugs*
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Date: 2011-06-12 02:38 pm (UTC)From:The rain clouds faded and it's sunny again but very stormy. I think I should protect my little flowers ... it's the chance to get my camera upstairs *g*
But even rain can be soooo beautiful, rain always makes me dream.
I hope you're enjoying this beautiful day as well, my dear.
God, it's so great to be back here!
Love and biggest hugs,
Julchen
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Date: 2011-06-12 05:52 pm (UTC)From:floats to a over-soft carpet...
You're amazing, hun. I love reading your words. :)
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Date: 2011-06-12 07:28 pm (UTC)From:I'm glad you liked it.
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Date: 2011-06-12 11:50 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2011-06-13 02:17 am (UTC)From:It was my Sunday word 3 weeks ago and it's amazing what I've found to it :-))
Thank you for your lovingly words, my dear. I love seeing them together... forever.
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Date: 2011-06-13 07:47 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2011-06-14 01:55 am (UTC)From:There are so many shilouettes and faces to discover - I'm glad the writing muse is with me at the moment :-))
Thank you so much, my dear. I can't tell you what this means to me.
Have a great day!
Love,
Julchen
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Date: 2011-06-14 01:12 am (UTC)From:no subject
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