Heeey!! how lovely of you to come back…first timers, welcome to the family.Today’s piece is as random as i can get ie. very 😝 . i thought of doing something today to… well make your reading experience worth while. so here goes my recommendation. i usually write with music blaring through my eardrums and stormy mind.it makes the experience so much more thrilling. so as you read on.. and i shut up 😯…listen to Taking off by ONE OK ROCK….they’re an amazing band and this song is an epic fit for this piece….
PS… just in-case the song ends before you finish reading, just play it on loop😁.aaaand what are you waiting for?
dive in and sink your teeth into this….
First time i heard of you, was as almost every teenager in a series and like most, i definitely had a crush on the characters and 100% of a crush on Dylan O’Brien😍.(lol😂, cant believe i just admitted that on the internet but oh well, who doesn’t have crushes right?)
You took over one of my least favorite characters in the series and for that i thank you.(and the Teen Wolf crew🙊 ).
later on, i heard of you various times, in movies and cryptic books where you were passwords and keys to secret places.Being a person in total awe of fiction and her beauty, i never knew how real you could be.
it was cold…
not just the wind that howled in the emptiness around her,
the shadows, the icy night air that clung to her skin, that had her hairs standing on end…
but the cold that was within her
she couldn’t think straight,
shed slowly made her way from the crowds
no one broke down in public
away from the blurred faces and fake smiles
now she stared at the aging walls of the safe harbor that was this corner
wondering how many lost souls it had harbored in its refuge
her heart and her soul were in turmoil
and what hurt is that she couldn’t pin point the cause,
or rather she could
she just thought it was better to hold on and to hurt than to let go and not feel anything at all
and the irony of it all was that she still put up a facade of numbness
or at least she tried to.
You were everything to her
you were the shooting star that made its way into her galaxy
and like all shooting stars
you came crashing and burning through her
creating hollowness in her crater as your meteorite grazed through
it was strange
the pain that came with it
the emptiness in the hollow but in a weird way you were the one alien rock she valued
because it made her realize just how empty the space you occupy had been before.
but you don’t realize it do you?
the same way that shooting star had no idea where the heck it was going
or the effects it had on the galaxy it was falling into.
most of it was in her head,
but was it her fault that she found it hard to forget anything that had to do with you?
you hardly open up
the Stockholm syndrome that you harbor
revealing secrets at a snail pace while she would give everything to let the hurricane inside her loose
but that’s not the way it works
its a two way traffic
so she lets the hurricane kill her slowly from the inside
to keep you alive , for you were the one island in her sea of turmoil that she did not want to destroy.
one made out of several pieces of foreign bliss
she put you together in her head
so the castles she built in the air would be of substance
and would not fall apart and crumble like the pieces of her soul did
when she watched you walk away
when she needed you the most
you were all her stars combined
the one person that made her feel a thousand different ways at once
according to the dictionary
you were an illusion
impossible to achieve
and there is no such thing
there is only hope and the absence of hope
you were real to her
these are the words she said in her refuge
I’m sorry for not being who you wanted me to be,
you’ll never know how much i tried
and for all its worth here i am trying again
I’m sorry i keep on coming back
barefoot through these shards of glass
but these scars of mine
they hold what i don’t have,
they hold the memories that never were ,
of me and you
and through the tear rimmed eyes ,shaky hands
hurricane thoughts blurred vision chocked tears and hollow craters…
the life force flowed out of her
and into your memory
so she could take you wherever she went
she held on to whatever torturous bond was tugging at her soul to save you
she gained composure, pulled herself back together
the best way she could and walked back into the crowd
no one noticed she was gone
not even you
and she didn’t let go,no,..
she held on to her sanity
as you approached,
you held her hand
curiosity killed the cat
curiosity forgot it has nine lives
it will not die
you and i shall fall from the sky
or i shall fall alone
but my life will not come to an end
i will live on in the life force that bled to paint the masterpieces on your white flawless walls
and in your mind
for you shall see me in every lonely corner
feel how i gasp for breath in every chocked tear
and you will stare at your stained masterpiece walls
and you will cry for my soul to return
through the ticks and tocks of times aging clocks
this one shall not die
she lives on in the galaxies in your eyes
the mysteries of books you will write
people will ask why your eyes are longing, empty and full
and you will smile that charming smile of yours and say
i once had it all ,
and now i long for the artist that painted my life red
added life to my monochrome.