your love traces patterns and designs across the skies in bright, hot light and sheds their beauty and grace onto many. they are something seemingly hot and everlasting that, exploding in a ball of light and fire so big and strong it shocks and burns so much for hundreds of miles outward. an explosion that, from the remnants, will give way to darkness and, over time, light. they are all your imagination and the manifestation of your dreams and hopes and wonders and love and work combined. they are happiness, brightly lit and dazzling to those who see that. but she is also anger, and fear, and sadness, and anxiety; all of which displays itself differently. anger is the sky reddening against the many clouds against the sky; the sun setting and reflecting over the clouds and surfaces that shine creating a fire that lasts in your memories. you fear that tone, which overlaps with orange and pink towards the end. You fear anger, because it comes so rarely, yet it is so strong and intense you feel that it may never end. fear is comes in the blue sunsets, that sometimes mixes itself with purple but is light, and quick to give way to the dark night of sadness. fear and anxiety can confirm the worst, but tries to display itself first as calming. it tricks and lies, and disappears into the deep blue black of what is often called sadness. sadness dredges up memories, and hope and the sharp taste of metal when despair cripples you over. this sky of sadness, though dark, is more often than not filled with the brightness of seemingly small bright lights, pinprick of light sourced some of the biggest stars humanity knows of. these stars show a way out; a chance to remember to dream, to sleep and to realize that all may eventually be okay. you realise that there may be a pinprick of hope and happiness at the end of the theoretical tunnel of yours, because they are there; with your stories and hope and dreams along with their own to share. they depend on you, and you will be eternally grateful for your time with them, for you love them, and want them. they are what make you happy, and the same is reflected in them. the only difference is that for you it will not be a happy ending that you have both always imagined and wanted in your world.
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clouded heads // adoring you #2
Randoma story about stories, and the way that two girls imagine them together with the short bursts of time that they are allowed together.