I have always been told there are some things that do not go together.
I cannot compare a boy to a sunset. How when this particular boy left all my skies went dark.
I cannot compare my chest to the ocean. The monsters battling below, but you will never know from the sparkling serenity of my eyes.
For many, my words are oil and water for their ears, but it seems, for a select few, it's like seeing snow fall on dead trees. I try to make beauty out of dark things, and still there is someone who refuses to see it as so.
They rather see lightning from behind closed eyelids and shielding hands. Others prefer the dark's spots in their vision from the destructive beauty that is gone before it is ever truly there.
Some cannot handle life presented in such ways, compared and contrasted in ways they understand all too well. When they are shown the world in a whole new light, they cannot handle what they see.
So, they cover their eyes and denounce everything said by those creative enough to write such things.
Just because you cannot handle my truths does not mean you can stop me from comparing my eyes to balloons, always going up.
Always looking for lightning.
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A Compilation of My Soul
RandomThe best way to describe this is just as the title says- a compilation of my soul. These are the short stories, the poems, the scenes never completed, the lessons I have discovered in me through the years. I believed it only right to share them with...
