It hurts, when a fanfic consumes you, and tears you apart, bit by bit.
Their words are sang like a melody, relentlessly playing and looping next to your ear, as if it was a bee, it stings your heart for eternity.
Their words are colors to thy eyes, gently filling your soul, as if they were an artist, painting a canvas that never fades it’s colors.
Their words are the ocean, peaceful blueness turns into waves clashing as the sea roars, as if they were made of multiple spirits, screaming sentences into your head until it overloads.
How could I have been so wrong? To be so impulsive, to be so bold, to be so clueless, about the warnings people gave me. Now I’m in an abyss of pages, of chapters, of lines, of phrases. They piece me together as fast as they break me apart. Pulling me in slowly, dancing along the gorgeous patterns they created for every word.
Giving my first glance to the world of books was a mistake, a mistake that fate knew would shatter me, a mistake that I knew I couldn’t handle.
Pictures says a million words, but words itself speaks a billion truths. Those truth stays with those who have eyes, those who acknowledges the connection between them, and the book.
A fish who lives in a dark cave has no eyes. A fish who chooses to leave the dark cave would have closed eyes. A fish who chooses to swim into the wonders of the world would have opened eyes, realizing the beauty within the most basic things of all.
Words.
(Me typing this because a fanfic just broke me apart once again and screw them for that
/pos and I just realized this whole thing doesn’t seem to make sense-
