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I ran my finger over the scar on your arm

tilting my head back, I laughed at a joke you were telling,

some silly combination of words that only I could understand.

I curled myself tighter, into a ball,


rested my head against your knees

as you ran your fingers through my hair.

Stars sung out of us

with effervescent chords of love and eternal bliss.

We watched them fly from our unity

and then we fell asleep

pulling them around us tightly.


-Eva M.M.

May your day be as blessed and numerous as the stars and thank you for reading and sharing your thought with me in the comments below.

” Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow.”






I am a young and enthusiastic writer, fresh out of highschool and into college at IUSB. I babysit and work and live life to it's fullest. I write. I read. I do yoga. And plan to become. Yoga intructers as well. I grew up on a farm and can't,t wait to move back to the country in my tiny house I have already planned out. Sometimes I'm a little melodramatic but rarely. I'm a spiritual healer, a hopeless romantic, a book worm, and very nostalgic. Thanks for stopping by.

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