Tears, all they do is drip, drip drop they never seem to stop. They are seen as weakness in the eyes of fools those who no not of feelings and life. Those tears start off as puddles weather they are of sadness, happiness or of sheer panic they puddle drip drip drop and never stop. Some do not cry as if they do they may never stop and drown in their own sorrow. Those tears turn from small puddles to large pools that swirl with feeling the water murky and uneven those pools deep and only fill deeper with the depression of humanity the feelings of love the feeling of every little at the very second. Those pools so deep turn to oceans, oceans that not even the pirates of ancient times that may as well have been born in those waters could not tame. The oceans held in their depths the monstrous serpents of life and reality that torment the humans who feel too scared to deal with life and not strong enough to run but that is okay, because through all of that they only get stronger. Those what seem to be monstrous oceans are just small pools that tame over time in small lenses that take on the world. They see the beauty of the earth all of it even when those orbs swell and water those water get uneven those tears fall the sky will always clear and the waters will always stop eventually. In the end those eyes that see the world those eyes that hold those oceans those pools this puddles will always clear and the waters will still and the earth will still turn, because that is life.
The End
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Myths And Stars
FantasyHello my little lemons I'm new to this app and I like to write on my free time there are story's that tell of myths and magic the color that I believe still exists hope you enjoy<3
