Shermunddd (:
Hahaha . Happy burbday !
Cheerleader / Gymnast / Swimmer
Have a great one this year !
You're not that olddd okaay :d .
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___________________________________________________________________The world is still a blur . The gold of the sun , the green in the trees , the fluid motion that smudges up in my mind , the colours blending in , as if this world was impossible to understand , as if my eyes were giving way . The masterpiece of perfection that plastered throughout my sight , the hazy obscure of the divinity that God created .
The morning mists that fill the sky , the cold sensation of it melting and sinking into my skin . My fringe remains plastered onto my forehead , strands of it clumping together . It's the world and all my questions . The things I want to ask , and the things I'd rather not have known .
The Truth can be avoided . We can all avert our minds away from the importance of it coming into being , because we are all scared . We are all scared that once we know the truth , we can never turn back . There's no rewinding back of time , and the truth remains embedded in our memory , emblazoned in our heads , soaking up all our twisted lies , burning itself into our minds , and killing all our innocence .
The reality of the world delimits us to our sanity . Sometimes , when we let our sanity run free , our imagination free to roam around , soar in our limitless containtments of our life , we tend to lose it . The revulsion of realizing how naive our worlds are , how immature we seem to be . Then we begin to change . We grow out from raw sense of adults , and turn into something magical , something unlike we've ever felt before . And we start to feel the lure and the desirabilty in another .
Love .
The feeling that grows and changes , one from another . We fall in love , and fall out of love . We say this is The One , but then there is The Two and The Three and The Four . We still want sovereignty , we do not want to be contained by another . But yet , we let ourselves go , let ourselves fall , let ourselves believe that there will be a person to catch us before we hit the ground , before we hit the loathed truth , the reality . We all want a fairytale , a prince , a perfection , a burning passion that will keep us alive forever .
We want to be able to run our fingers through their hair , and kiss those tender lips as delicately as we could . We want to have a shoulder to cry on , a faint spark in our lives that makes everyday worth living for . A beautiful , deadly , dangerous creature that empower over our minds and keep us captivated with their intoxication .
Yet, we love what they weren't . We love what they couldn't be , or wouldn't be . We love them for their flaws , the things they weren't capable of doing . Because , that's what we are for . A piece so indestructable , so strong that fuses all the imperfect pieces together , and from then , we become perfect . We become perfect with each other , we become perfect for each other . The bond that bounds the world together , ripping what we knew of the sadistic pleasure of fate into pieces , a final chance of feeling a pure , chaste happiness .
Now , leaves lay broken on the ground . Shrivelled , brittle , cold , lost and alone . And sometimes , we all feel that way . Sometimes , we are not shielded from the callous veracity . We need to feel pain , to know we exist truly because we can live for another , to know that we exist to give what we want to feel most , so that we know that lives so fragile and frail as our own , can subsist for a reason .
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Nicole (:
We don't need a drive ,
All we need is hope,
the flame that keeps us alive .
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