Wandering Aimlessly

While she sits, deep in thought, he counts the freckles on her face. 1... 2... 3... they trickle across her cheek, over the bridge of her pretty little nose, and onto the other cheek. She looks up, and catches him staring. She smiles and looks away, a rosy blush crawling across her face. He always loved that smile, and even more so, the fact that he could be the cause of it. He loves to watch her think. The frustrated, curious look that is invariably there. If he could, he would gently kiss every one of her long eye lashes


He sees her sitting on a park bench, doodling away in her journal. Her quiet, lovely voice is subconsciously singing her thoughts aloud. He secretly wishes that same voice would sing him to sleep; his very own lullaby.



I'm quite illiterate when it comes to this whole "blog" thing. You wouldn't believe the trouble I had coming up with my URL, and, um, I don't remember what the other stuff is called. I didn't know what anything was so I just kinda took a chance with it all. I don't think I'm going to put my name on here, ever. I think it adds a nice mystery to it. I like that. So basically, what I plan to do with this thing is... I don't know. What I wrote above was something that just came to my head. I'll do that often. Whether it's a little story thing like that, or lyrics / quotes (I'll obviously put who they're by, just in case they hit "that spot" in your heart, like they do me), or just whatever I'm thinking. I think a lot. Okay, well, I'm going to mess around with this thing, see what I can find. Don't be afraid to give me some advice. About my writing (as you can see, I'm not very good), or about this blog stuff. Thanks :)