Yeaaaaaaaaaahk.

I don't like people. I don't like people that don't talk when you talk to them. I don't like people that never let you get a word in. I don't like people that don't even talk to you when you used to be best friends. I don't like people that don't like your friends so they decide they don't like you. So yeah I just don't like people.
So instead of more ranting about how I don't like people, here's some more writings :P

They walked silently hand in hand watching each other's shadows. His was elongated and thin, the outline of his clothes show the only volume to his person. Hers was short but slender, the dress she was wearing seemed to float around her like a sail in the wind. He came to a stop and released her hand. With a deep sigh he flung himself to the ground. He laid down slowly and watched the evening sky. She soon joined him, the dewy grass cool on her bare legs. As she eased herself down next to him she looked up at the sky.  She admired the small clutter of stars that were faintly visible in the twilight sky. She turned her head to face his. She closed her eyes, working up the courage to make a move. When she opened her eyes, he was looking back at her with a calm smile. She slowly leaned in and pressed her lips against his. The kiss had been everything she had imagined it would be. As they pulled apart, he simply smiled at her again and slid his arm under her neck. As he pulled her in close to his chest she whispered the three best words he had ever heard, "I love you."

“It’s raining, it’s pouring…” her tiny voice echoed through the silence, her infant shadow darkening a small portion of the earth. She swung back and forth singing the song as the sheets of rain drenched her and her white, airy dress. Back and forth, ceaselessly, her light hair blowing around her face. “The old man is snoring”. Her child form forlorn and out of place in the gray setting. Thunder cracked in the distance. As she swung her body faded to match its surroundings. Yet she didn’t stop. “He bumped his head”. She was higher off the ground now. “And went to bed”. She didn’t seem to notice the lightning and thunder. “And didn’t get up in the morning…” The echoing song trails off. An empty swing still in motion, the gray sky darkening to envelope it.