Calling all Bloggers

Good God, it's like everybody I know has given up on blogging! Stop it you guys, I really like reading what you all I have to say. It's lonely to be writing to nobody D:

P.S. I have an idea involving collabrative writing efforts. If anybody is interested in doing this with me, let me know

Songs for this Summer

This Year- The Mountain Goats

We End Up Together- The New Pornographers

Apocolypse Pop Song- Memphis

Calgary- Bon Iver

Winter Beats- I Break Horses

Sleepyhead- Passion Pit

Fix You Up- Tegan and Sara

'Till the World Ends- Jimmy Wong

The Wagon- Dinosaur Jr.

Where is My Mind- The Pixies

Haven't made any playlists in a while, but I like this one. Enjoy!


P.S. I have acoustic versions of "Where is My Mind" and "Sleepyhead" for you! I nearly put both of these on the playlist, but I figured the originals captured the summery feeling better.

July, Chapter 2, A/N

Though I don't want to write much on my process, or on the narrative itself, I do want it to be made clear that as this is being written, anything that feels left out is done so intentionally, and what feels awkward will be rectified in the near-ish future. That aside, let me know what is bad about this. This little project is an experiment of my own fiction-writing abilities. Whatever criticism is to be had will help me figure out what I can do to improve my technique.

Have a lovely evening!

Cheers
~ Chris

Mournings

I wake up exhausted. I sleep, hoping that a comatose state will be deliverance from my state of longing, but night after night, I toss, my thoughts fixated on nothing but her. The darkness leaves me with nothing but my own thoughts, and in my isolation, I'm left with nothing but dreams.

When I dream, it's always of the same picture, so plain and simple. I am allowed to wake up with her in my arms. That's all. Before I'd open my eyes I can feel her skin against mine, my hands against her body pulling her closer by reflex. Even when she isn't here, I still wake up with the memory of her smell wafting through my head.

Even with all of the hurt though, the memory of every second with her is a blessing. The lonliness will not leave, and I've come to terms with this. I cannot, and I will not give up anything though. Come hell or high water, I'm in this 'till the end.

Snowflakes

Beautiful, don't let the night in. Close the door, shut everything that isn't my voice out. Dim the lights, and lean against me. Let your heart be bound by my arms, let the cold of the air frighten you into my touch, let my fingers climb up your thigh, into the curves of your body.

Darling, call me to you. Watch me move, and shut everything that isn't my body out. Hold me against the night. Remind me what it feels like to be safe. To be loved. Let the clock spin, and let the world fade away. I want to feel you want me. To lose yourself in my body, and my heart

Die in my arms/Die in my arms

Sweetheart, as I watch the snow fall outside, twisting, dancing and falling, I pull you tight to my chest, and relish in existing in this moment. We let reality fall apart. We don't need rules or money. Fingertips and lips are more than enough for us. Feel the steam from my throat on your neck.

Lover, indulge in this feeling. Too soon, the morning will come, and this will be nothing but lingering nostalgia, growing sweeter, and tragically more false by the hour. This, here and now is the only thing that has to be real. Hold me against the winter. Hold me against the truth.