The sound of silence

perfect

After weeks, after months of my own disapproval , I felt the warmth of the sun again.

My bare feet touched the soft, cool grass, and my eyes were smiling as I walked upon the small hill.

The sun was shining , while I wasn't crying anymore ,about the things ,that I couldn't change.

I recognised the beloved smell of roses , as I opened a gate to a strange and unknown,  but beautiful garden .

I discovered that it was covered in all kinds of the most extraordinary flowers ,  lilies,  roses, camellias , when  the most beautiful girl approached me.

She was everything you couldn't even begin to imagine.

She was like the prettiest rose in her garden.

She invited me for tea.

It was cold , and tasted bitter, but I didn't mind.

She was very kind-hearted,  and told me tales , about her lonely life.

She was perfect, but so sad.

It  didn't matter, that was the price , I guessed,  for being perfect.

She called me by my name and told me  I could be like her, if I pay the price.

I would have done anything for being such an act of perfection as hers, so I agreed.

I agreed to the pain and I agreed to never feeling the sun on my  bare shoulders again, I agreed to never seeing the world in color anymore and I agreed to anything  , as long as I got the satisfaction of being perfect.

And for a certain amount of time,  it was worth it .

I wasn't happy but it was all right and I thought  it'd  stay like that for a little while , but as time passed, I only felt pain, and it was for nothing .

I  wanted to visit the girl again ,but when I  searched for her garden , it was no longer beautiful.

Instead it  looked  grey and dead.

So I entered her house , she was still there but she was no longer beautiful.

She looked ugly and old.

This was when I realised, that all along  , she was me , but her perfection was slowly  fading  now as was her heart.