Amelie - Blog Posts
I recently remembered their colors in stay mv and decided to create something using them
Amelie
In a cinderblock bathroom an hour’s bus ride out of the inner-city, there’s a full-length aluminum mirror hanging by two screws. Unrelenting rain pounded on the roof as a girl, twelve, peered into it. Her arms shook, weak from the exhaustion of pulling her way up cliffs. Amelie was on a hiking field trip with her quirky charter school, who believed that traipsing through forests during a spring rain storm was more of a teacher than a chalkboard. The laces of her only pair of tennis shoes lay untied, dripping with mud, but her fingers had grown too icy in the rain to tie them up again. The hem of her jeans was torn where another student had stepped on it while Amelie helped them up a ledge. Her only jacket was dripping onto the floor and torn in several places from burrs and the scrapes of passing sticks. Luckily, Amelie’s shirt was unharmed, but was too flimsy to stop the creep of cold from chilling her to the bone. Her stringy curls would certainly take hours to untangle. Amelie shivered, and looked into her own eyes. Truly the star of the entire appearance was Amelie’s wide grin and the bright, wild look in her eyes that only true adventure could bring.
Forever Writing,
quill rose
Wondering who you are?
You’re the purple scar that appears for no reason,
The images that give rise to nostalgia without features,
You are the ecstasy that did not complete,
A torment that lasted for an entire lifetime.
You...
You're like a trip I’ve been saving for months,
and when it was time to go,
I felt a desire not to leave.
I saw her alone,
emaciated, heavy-eyed, really tired,
I asked her "who do you love ?"
Who wounded your heart and torn it?
Who melted your eyes in the nights and made you restless?
She said: Do not blame him.
He doesn't know that my heart adores him,
I've secretly loved him for months,
My heart has died of yearning.
Wondering who you are?
You’re the purple scar that appears for no reason,
The images that give rise to nostalgia without features,
You are the ecstasy that did not complete,
A torment that lasted for an entire lifetime.
You...
You're like a trip I’ve been saving for months,
and when it was time to go,
I felt a desire not to leave.
I wasn't originally planning on posting this here because a) i don't tend to use tumblr and b) I dont know how well this post will do but hey! Worth a shot and plus! The amélie hyperfixation hit HARD!
