sometimes all you need is to write...
I saw it in the distance.
The dark clouds, the deep rumbling, the gusts of wind... covering the outside world in this white sheet of sadness and coldness. I looked outside my window, barely recognizing the late morning view I woke up to every single day. From the eighth floor I could see the rippling of leaves on the tall, grand tree below shivering and swaying ever so gracefully against the brushes of wind and raindrops. It was astonishing how even in this complete whiteness, I could still see the vibrancy of the green exploding with each flicker of a wet leaf. It was, in a way, the tree's own defiance against this unexpected disturbance; for what else could it do? It knew it was coming and it couldn't be stopped; to be washed clean by coldness and sadness.
I saw it in the distance.
2. drops.
It was the bluest body of water, comfortably cold, and it's movements over your skin lulled you into a calmness so peaceful, so perfect... floating away all the troubles, the horrible, gnawing, recurring thoughts that plague your sanity from dream to dream, from consciousness to consciousness. You let the water rush in and out of your ears, calming and cleansing all at once. And then, suddenly, the sky above opens. Thousands and thousands of tiny diamonds descend upon your floating self, quickly kissing you all over before succumbing to the blue vastness that envelops around you. They cascade all around in a sparkling haze, turning the crystal blue surrounding you into a sea of fascinating, dancing lights... like the stars themselves descended from the heavens...
And in that moment, you were free...
3. river mirror
Looking down, he saw a familiar face. Those lonely eyes, those permanently furrowed eyebrows, and that old scar that sat between them. They all stared back at him in that comfortable, familiar gaze that sometimes made him feel like Superman on certain days or Smeagol on others. But it was still there, it will always be there, he could be sure to rely on that person to go through everything and anything with him. He will need him, especially now.
Suddenly, another figure appeared next to this face. It was another familiar face. The eyes were soft and kind, and she had this dazzling smile that created this warm glow inside of him every time it appeared. This gentle face looked at the other face with an adoration and intimacy that only lovers could understand. He watched this face admire the other, falling deeper and deeper into admiration and adoration, regretting every bit of the pain he knew he inflicted on the one person who so loved him beyond words.
Slowly, the images of these faces were sliced by the showering ripples of rain from above. The stillness of the river shattered into a million droplets of indecipherable liquid pixelations as the sky succumbed to its unbearable sadness. The familiar faces were gone, melting into the white nothingness that followed the rain drops as they crashed into the river waters.
He looked up from this view, standing on this bridge in the sudden rain, only to find he was all alone.
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