with stories it always has happy ending. They often highlight points of struggle, it is very rare for a story to create a scene of mental struggle with a person, you must dig deep and break it down for greater ideas to show light. The people with inward struggle often isolate and silence, but when they express others tend to raise an eyebrow,
Within Our minds, we split it between past, future and present.
What my world wield of?
the world of the present is full of grass, clear blue sky with bright flowers yet to bloom, a man stands tall, long black hair flows behind him. he looks as if he got back from a battle no one could ever imagine. His expression neutral as a sword is shielded in front of him, blood outlining the metals. his fingers stern on the wrappings of the handle. it is an empty field, no one but him to look in the distance. he killed what he was so he could make the flowers grow, the one who stopped out the land of life, the one who dreamed of wild fires and chaos.
if you were to ask the body his thoughts. he would simply scoff and treat himself as a joke. his thoughts are important, but he knows his actions are louder, he was degraded as a spider lily of the past but the red burned too bright it faded into a somber pink. the pink which sheds rain water and creates a stage of peace. the grief he wishes for no one to hear but friends ask for.
pouring it all out into their soft hands as the war hardened hero lets go, the one who torments him is gone by his blade, the blood stained so he may truly never forget the screams of the one who produced the ashy land.
with friends finally populating the grassy field he is unsure how to open up, a lady he fancy grabs his shoulders with a grin eating her face. she tugs him along from his idle stance. to show flowers blooming brightly. the gloss fresh from the released tears. The others in the land patting the dirt as they placed trees. soon to sprout and create more life within this man. he watched their work with his expression finally shifting. he shakes his head in disappointment, he did not ask nor need the assistance but they create a throne of flowers and veins just for him.
his response? he will take their hands and press a tight hug, if their worlds ever were to burn before them. he will ensure he is the first on his toes to build it up again. or make it quick enough to fight the enemy away. for no one deserves the struggle alone. and if alone, at least not for long.
