somniloquence
She looked into the distance, seeing nothing on the gray blue horizon of the ocean. She was supposed to find something, she was sure, but there was absolutely nothing about. Waves crashed and tore and rose from the sea, and the skyline was fluid and shifting.
The color of the ocean reminded her of the color of his eyes.
The sky was not blue. The sky was not orange.
The sky was not the color of midnight, nor the color of salmon, nor the color of the deep blue sea.
The sky was the color of her favorite flower.
The stars were the color of her nice, free dress.
The sky was simply Violet.
The man stood up, by himself for once.
All his life people had held him and followed him and assisted.
He had to have people or crutches or something by his side in order to even more or enjoy anything.
But for the first time, he was standing by himself.
And that was all he could hoped for before he sat down for the last time.
A deer bows its great mighty head, as if to attack you.
However, it does nothing more than this; it simply bows, showing its crown to you.
You are not sure what to say, so the great deer leaves you.
A king addressing his subjects, and your time has run out.
Who knows what's out there?
Kaiden certainly didn't. She didn't want to know, even. However, that changed when she got hit by the truck.
She didn't have a choice. It was out the world she knew, and into something else. She wasn't sure what would happen, or who the girl in black was.
But the girl in black had one thing to say: "Take my hand, Kaiden."
The world is a huge place.
There is so much to do, so much to think, so much to wonder.
She knew that she could wonder her self to death, one day. In fact, she hoped that she would.
However, when she was forced into the hospital bed, forced under drugs, she didn't really wonder any more.
She leaned back in the bright summer sun, feeling his careful paint brush wash over her face.
He was using pastels, taking inspiration from the flowers and grass and butterflies around them.
A twirl here, a little twist there—
And he stopped, planting a kiss on her lips, right where he had painted his heart.