The Sun, Our Solace

Holy macaroni!
brittknee, first of all i wanna tell you that i ufckgin miss you and love you loads!!!
and secondly this is probably one of thee most amazing things i've read. i didn't know you still posted! i suck at leaving comments, but this was B-E-A-Utiful!
i wanna read the nextt =]

"The sun, she keeps me warm
in the daytime hours."

A beautiful opening line, everything about it is so powerful, even though they are simple lines they hold much meaning. Great descriptions.

"I stand
in the tickling blades of freshly
cut grass."

I like your style in this piece, it is fun to read. I really loved how you described blades as "tickling", I haven't heard that one before, very unique.

"They poke at buried
memories. Slightly; only slightly."

Love "poke" and "buried memories".

The line after that really struck me, your wording has such an affect on the reader. Nice work.

"Warm rays released, rush
to my side for company."

This is a really original way of wording this, it gives off so much imagery and just sets the scene for the reader. I didn't like the repetition of "warm" though, maybe use a synonym?

"Weave
themselves into my skin: a feeling
reminiscent of your touch."

Wow, this was breathtaking, the whole concept of this piece was brilliant. And "weave themselves into my skin", just made me speechless. Your talent shined throughout every line, you should be proud of this piece!

5/5 from me, keep writing forever and always.

~MaryAnne