all of what i have described have been joyous memories, with colours that convey positive emotions and settings that radiate happiness and tranquility. so let's have a change.
-the middle of the night. full moon shining over a prussian blue sky. wispy clouds that float over the astral landscape. serene moonlight shines through my window and the floor-length curtains flutter in the nighttime breeze. the pale white moon illuminates the tears on my face and the light from my phone burns my eyes, but it doesn't hurt half as much as the words on the screen. somebody i trusted blindly and completely tells me they've been lying to me for months. it's not often that i break down into tears, but i'm overwhelmed. it feels as though the blue sky becomes water that drowns me, as though the million stars fall heavily like a final painful metaphor. i'm not angry, i just feel quietly crestfallen. moonbeams fly softly into my room as i tell a lie of my own. i'm fine i said. don't worry. the night is idyllically calm, and i'm sure it has an impact on me. i feel at ease, and smile weakly, because i know there's no point in being upset. it's not their fault, and it's not mine either. as long as they're okay, nothing else really matters. especially not me.
