#musing.exe

[hxppiertimes-blog]

piece by piece, strands of vibrant black fell to the dusty ground, almost like million-dollar rain. 

[atatakami]

★★★

     Doth the moon shimmer so brightly as this on every evening? Or is her bewilderment solely from lack of attention; she is notorious for such, a scattered brain, a fickle muse. This is the same moon under which she was bore; under which she has thrived; under which she has wilted.     It was nineteen years ago, now, that the diva’s voice had shrieked  for the first time; that song had sprung from newly birthed chords and followed with a musical coo. Yet it was not until age sixteen that fame had ever glittered across her cheeks--three years ago from this date.              And “So much can change, in just three years,” she whispers;               though no one is around to hear.