His thoughts on love
 

As I walk through the door, I put down the keys and stare blankly out the window into the sun, missing the way your hair looks as it catches the sunlight and shines a copper brown. I think of love lost, love found, broken love, love without a scratch. Love, love, love, is all that comes to mind as I listen to the messages on the machine, though not a one is from you.
I stare at my reflection, my pale face fraught with regret. I regret everything: everything but you. And yet somehow it wasn't until now that I knew I had lost you.
If only I'd been more careful. If only I'd written, if only I'd told you, if only I'd been there, with you, maybe life would be different. The echo of your voice resonates in my head; each and every day I think of you. The world knows not of what I feel, but as I look up into the sky, I feel that regret burn brighter than ever, as if the world were reminding me of my stupidity. And oh god, if life were so fair, if you too feel regret, felt regret, if you even think of me, I hope you know that I love you, even if those words, I never did speak.

Wow...It wasn't until after I read what I wrote, but I'm pretty sure I just wrote a poetic version of the third part of 5 Centimeters Per Second...XD

A-ri-ga-to! :D I am an "unapreciated artist"; in other words, I could use some practice XD.

Aww... *sigh*

Thank's alot ^_^ though I'd rather be able to paint, take pictures and draw rather than just write Q_Q

The effect I was going for in all it's simplicity ^_^

whats wrong with just writing i wish i can write poetry or a stories or something like that cause when i actually write something it turns out to be nothing but crap>_< haha all i can do is draw

I would trade writing for drawing >.> Hmm....Actualy scratch that >_< I want both!

yeah i would love to have both but i like the writing thingy thing

Mark-san writes stories!? and you draw! You is lucky...TT-TT but anyhow, will ya share something with us? I always took you as the type to explain himself with his fists rather than his words. No offence meant by that comment, they're simply two ways of living ^_^

Hmmm...I'm in one of my wierd moods. I think I shall write something ^_^

Words Lost

As I sit on the train, the lights of the station slowly pass me by, sparkling like stars against a bright white backdrop of snow. In my hand is a letter, a letter that says so much in so few words, and yet they are words I am bound not to speak. “The Blizzard is getting worse,” I think, and the ache in my heart grows ever larger. The white backdrop that has fallen over the world is the perfect setting for my thoughts, as they race back and forth between the blizzard, the letter, and the girl I…My mind trails off. I dare not even think what I have written, because I fear I could not understand my own devotion to that thought. I smile at the letter that holds the things I cannot say, and I just barely catch my exit off the train. I walk down the pathway, the blizzard burning in my ears and face, but my heart beats fiercely and my mind is determined. And as I walk, I think only of her, her smile, her tears, her joy’s and her hatreds, and oh so often these days I find I wish to be within the reaches of her hands, to comfort and adore her. And as I think, and as I walk, the storm charges on, ever bellowing it’s horrid wail, as if to tare me from this world, but my will is stronger than that. But as I climb to the next train, as I reach my hand from my pocket, the letter, my heart, my soul, my desire, slips away, off into the howling wind, and the snow cackles at my defeat, a loud wailing noise from the wind rushes to me. And I stare blankly into the white void, because I know not what else to do. I have lost the words I cannot speak.

I have lost the battle, my love. And so very soon I will lose the war.

Another one inspired by 5 Centimeters Per Second...I just can't get it out of my head >_<