A Billion Starry Nights

"Come, follow me." He took my hand his eyes green still shown beneath his shiny black mask, my heart beat moved my feet for me, and we took off, running behind him, his hand tightly had a grip on me, with every step on the grass was another drum in my chest. The air itself stepped away and let us by, the entire world went by, as I followed him in that darkness, only the moonlight above us, and the shine of his makes or mine casting a glow on the streets or the stones around us. That was my dream, but reality to a vejavu is sometimes so incredibily similar and yet so different, instead of the mask he wore a soft bruise, and his heat beat was the sound of the breaking branches below my feet.  We'd been going over a small bridge when a curve came and the car went straight into a narrow hill and a tree, I'd gotten thrown out I wasn't wearing a seat belt, and my arm was very banged up, if it wasnt for a tent that broke my fall, I might've not survived.  Somehow in...

I think it was when the snow settled in early April, the rainy season would be begining and hydrangeas would be in bloom like those days I've learned people will be furiously buying new wellies and raincoats in the season's best and sometimes strangest. Masake had gotten about two weeks rest to a month before he went on his world wide tour. He new it would be hard for us ,so he tried to spend as much time with me as he could, but it didn't work so well for me, after all I was in the middle of development of our new album, our second ablum. Recording all day sometimes and when I get home he's sleeping or lost managing things before he goes on tour, he manages to kiss me before he disappears into his workspace, at least this gesture is heart warming, but sometimes thats all I get until we crawl into bed tired as hell and quickly fall asleep. That's the thing about being engaged to someone who owns their own record label, they are always busy. I tried to make more of a...

"Hey Saga, Who's that?" Saga was taking a drink from a brown bottled beer and turned to see whom I meant, she was leaning against the balcony fixing the lights that made an arc on the railing. She had long wavy hair, or it might have been curled, dark brown, light tan skin, and a mouth that was small, but made a very appealing arc when it widened, her smile must be pretty. She wore a black collar shirt with sleeves that ended at the elbows, no ruffles, but it clung and had chains on the buttons, a tattered vest, those necklaces with the long chains and a bat necklace. She had black devil horns for a costume, and a tail that hung from her ripped yellow newspaper printed jeans, like me she wore creepers, but hers were leather black, and two inches thick, mine were half an  inch, I was already heading for 6'4" she must have been a whole foot and half shorter than I was, maybe 5' maybe 5'3" I wasn't sure. While wondering this Saga had revealed her i...