fourteenlights
always noticing from the corner of the eye. a word, a glance, a smile, a hug, a kiss. all the small delicate things that don't matter, but actually do. the way the steam dances off the cup of coffee. the way a ray of light shines through a tree on a foggy sunny day. the smallest things were always the nice to notice.
atoms split quickly into two: her and him. they weren't sure how to cope with the new world as the new individuals, trying to find their way through each new path. in realization, they actually needed each other. separated atoms, two, but one.
wishing was one of her favorite things. there were so many things to wish from: a birthday candle, a shooting star, 11:11... there were endless possibilities. her wishes ranged, depending on her mood. to be with him, a new car, a new stereo, to be with him, a better life, to be with him, to once again smile, and most importantly, to be with him.
i'm not sure whether i was lucky or not. there was a past, a present, and a future to show it all. some people say luck doesn't even exist, those left-brained people who have no desire to love the colored world. maybe luck is there, we just have to look hard enough.
you and i are a mythology. i don't exist, but maybe you do. it makes me want to think if i'm actually a someone in this world, since i'm always treated like a nothing. but we are a mythology and our story might be fiction.
she sat in front of the altar, just meditating and thinking. thinking about everything in this world, from the smallest ant to the biggest galaxy. she thought about numbers, words, hope, faith, love, silence, the moon, the sun, the stars: her only friend. she was alone, and that was fine with her.
altering worlds, altering lives. she wondered how it became like that. altering together and eroding her life.
she joined paperclips to make a beautiful simple necklace like another. lining them up and linking them like they were the only ones they had for each other. like they were the last remaining living beings. like they held on and never let go.
it's one minute until midnight and she was finished. every person, every star, every wish, every dream went running away to nowhere and she could never get them back. she was alone in this god-forbidden world and no one will ever listen to the words she will utter in her thin, fragile mouth.
if she tasted optimism, she would taste orange juice. sweet and succulent, wanting more. always leaving her happy in this sad world. always giving her color in the dull gray world. optimism will always be there for her to hold on to.
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