Before we continue on, I would like for you to acknowledge the fact that this piece is not an original idea. It was just me admiring my friend's writing and art and writing down what I thought about when I saw their works. Their works are beautiful and are always a wonder to look at and read about. This writing will be a bit less thought through since I was only starting to enjoy writing at the time so please do bear with me on this one.
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He sat there, still as ice.
Clouded blue eyes like skies.
Analyzing.
Striking blonde hair tilting
and flowing with his peculiar movements.
Small and simple yet,
so effective and dramatic
Somehow,
terrifying.
Porcelain doll, you would call him
Delicate, beautiful, flawless.
Broken.
Alienating.
It seemed he looked alone on a different planet
An impenetrable dimension,
a whole other galaxy to the ordinary person.
but it's open to the world,
it always has been.
He seemed like a royal,
sat up straight like a board,
intelligent and wise,
most of all,
difficult to understand.
It was easy for others to despise him,
some found him odd and mysterious,
rarely anyone liked him.
He didn't mind,
at least, that's what we believe.
His expression never really changed.
But when I met him at that tree,
that swing,
that old swing aged with time.
The ropes unraveling and the wood bending.
I knew he would be in my life,
forever.
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Thoughts
RandomRandom writings I write during random times. WARNING! PLEASE READ! Though I am not very sure, there may be topics or words that may hint at something triggering so please do proceed with caution. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy it! :D
