Daily Deviation (OMGOMGOMGOMG!!!)

NUMBER TWO, BOY! NUMBER TWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS. inknalcohol, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!!!!! WeirdAndLovely, I can't believe this. It's TOO EARLY TO BE GETTING THIS HYPED UP, DAMN IT!!!!

Let me just paint the picture, okay? I'm laying in bed, sleeping on call with WeirdAndLovely (because yes, we do this often). And well, she says she has to go the bathroom, so she's gone. I roll over my back and think to myself again ('Cause I had this same thought before I went to bed), "If I wake up with 30 feedback messages, I'm gonna be stoked..." So, she gets back and tells me how she's unsure if she wants to go back to sleep or not, and since I'm not tired and she's probably not going back to sleep, I'm gonna check deviantART. And I hover over my messages and it reads "60 Feedback Messages." And I'm just like, "Uh, what? Okay, I was proud of the poem, but I didn't think people were gonna care like that at all." Then I see cality and Sammur-amat congratulating me on a Daily Deviation. And I'm like.....throw...all...the things. And jump out of bed yelling, "WOAH! WOAH! WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED?!" And of course, WeirdAndLovely apparently already checked it this morning or knew it was gonna happen today and she's just laughing her ass off at me as I rub my eyes and face, trying to see if this is real or not. The first one was great. This is special.

Thank you for all of your support, y'all. Holy freaking mackerel.

Here's the second Daily Deviation.
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
 
i.
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
 
ii.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
But truly,
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
 
iii.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
 
iv.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian

Here's the first Daily Deviation.
ChrysanthemumChrysanthemum
 
Last night, I dreamt of us.
We were together on a mountaintop,
I was sitting on the edge,
With my legs dangling above the bottomless pit,
With a lone, white chrysanthemum in my hand as I pull the petals from the stem.
While you were standing above me, looking on, languidly,
None of us wanting to say anything,
My own mental battle sewing my lips to one another,
Unable to speak,
While you were probably trapped within your own mental depths;
In my mind, I was debating between venting and jumping,
Simply over the fact I didn’t know what that look was in your eyes,
But I think that’s probably the point, that we’re no longer of the same kind,
Maybe I changed into something I’m unaware of, maybe you were the one to transform,
But I don’t get the same feel of what used to be,
This is foreign to me,
An unapologetic feeling of extreme apathy,
And that is the unfortunate reality of this situation,
No matter how long

I was in my sleepwear clothes also, which meant there was no clothes in bed. So, I couldn't run downstairs and celebrate or anything like that...