When I look back on the relationship that we shared, I don't really get mad. I am not upset that we didn't work, although I am deeply saddened by it. What we had together was sort of like a snow globe. We were dancing close to perfection, and we were what people dreamed escape into, away from their unflattering lives. But one day our snow globe love got shaken up by things inside of him, leaving the little beautiful pieces, floating around us until they were ready to settle. We were a snow globe taken by surprise when the world decided to pick us up and give us a shake, throwing chaos into our atmosphere. The pieces settled, but never the way they were once before. You can only get so close to perfect until the world shakes it all away. Even after everything calms down and the beauty remains, we can still see the places that have changed. It's impossible to back to that snow globe love. We were beautiful in the chaos, but we were always destined to be shaken up.
i looked up at the sky he created, it was ugly, it was dull, it was grey but it was honest. i gathered my paints and my brushes and began painting over it, i swirled the colours over the sky i covered every inch of it in vibrant pinks and oranges hoping to make the sky more beautiful. i was proud of the work i had done and tired so i decided to go to sleep. Opening my eyes the next morning, i looked up at the sky i saw the ugly dull yet honest scene i saw the day before so i gathered my paints and brushes and painted again but despite how hard i tried, the next day my art would be washed away. i guess you cant cover up the truth forever
two seeds, one in the sand the other in the sea. One a boy the other a girl. one is drowned the other is burnt yet they still grow. one is forced to grow to survive and fend for himself whilst the other grows because her mind no longer fits her being, they are finally tall enough to see each other and for her its the first time shes ever been seen, he sees his reflection but its distorted he thinks its pretty, she sees her reflection but its distorted, she thinks its fascinating. the familiarity is welcoming yet somehow sad for no one should go through water or fire, there stories unfold and they start to flower, his petals blue and hers are red yet together they become purple
yes i miss you and the worst thing is id pick you over everything and everyone because you dont love me, you dont hate me you dont have an opinion, youre just an object but it is not the object that i miss, its the entrance you give me to another place, a place where there is no one but me yet i am not alone. its a place where everything is forgotten but the pain which i have grown to bare and the waterfall it brings. i miss you