Things happen. Some don't. To us or from us. Despite our wanting and loss. Whether it's a happy memory or a heartaching one, we all carry it nonetheless. With bone flesh and soul, we do and start a new day..
Whether it's the lonely prince who sits under the dark sky and cries his soul's lullabies to the moon, or whether it's the only daughter trying to figure her worth.
Perhaps it's even the siblings who are leaning on each other, sheathing swords and calling it a kid's play. In another life, the best friend will get to confess his love. Holding not only the wrapped present but also the fragile hope.
The lone palace stretches over the gloom sky as far as the clouds could engulf it's peak. Maybe the villains are not what they're considered. Maybe they were godfathers and mothers who were too nice but no one realized their goodness so they were forced to be evil..
Truth isn't the truth anymore. Lies are lies but better. The sky is still above though and the ocean still reaches deep down. And her heart,
was still beating. So she lived. With fire and soul.
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Swirls of Fate
Fantasy"If you don't shut up, I'll give you a reason to." His eyes bore holes into mine and I inadvertently retreat with the sharp knife still pressed against my neck, my jugular vein pulsing... Douche. ༺♡༻ Avana Brooke, a 19-year-old high school...
