Art.

You seem to have perfected the art of tearing my world apart.

Games.

I am no longer a pawn in your game,
everything is not going to remain the same,
your stench of fear,
has caused so many tears,
my heart broke into pieces,
as it followed your wishes,
My soul bound in chains,
Chains of your torturous pain,
The key hidden under your tongue,
with millions of words unsung.
They will come upon you one gloomy day,
and take you down with the games you play.

Music.

The reason we say music speaks to us is not because of the remorse or understanding of the pain or happiness we experience, but because it is a whole other world that sounds a lot like our own.

.

It was a typical story. The girl felt beautiful twirling with confidence. She felt like a princess. Her heart eager for someone to come capture. Typical. Their words began to echo in her mind. The twirling stopped. Her heart waiting to be captured was under siege. It battled pain, it battled the whispers, it built walls, it shot back on occasion. The heart left for capture was disintegrating into nothingness. Reflections became enemies.Once upon time, there was a princess who learned that happy ever after never did exist.Especially for a girl like her.

Afraid.

I am not afraid to take the jump,

oh no,

I am afraid that you might end up soaring through the sky,

and I will just end up alone, falling.

Gravity.

We are all bound to fall.
It's gravity.

Difference.

Tears, they tell ugly stories, I have millions to shed, you have none.
Hearts are difficult to unchain, you have the key to yours, I lost mine in the sand.
Hope, a dream I hold close, a dream you lost.
Smiles, expressions you are eager to give but difficult for me to give.
Happiness, a reality in your eyes a figment of imagination in mine.
Forever, a word I can simply define but remains undefined to you.
Love, an existing emotion in your heart, an emotion that breaks mine.
The power of friendship lays in our difference.

Let's fall instead.

People constantly dare you to fly whenever you are distraught about losing the perfect scene you envisioned in slumber, they tell you to fly away and seize your dreams surrounded by the stars, to become the somebody you want to be. What if people dared you to fall? To let it all go and just free fall onto the dusty ground, would you dare to fall? Would you give up all your dreams? We become somebody in our best moments but we become ourselves in our toughest times. The moment the color in our lives begin to fade and everything is in black and white, we tend to see the clear picture, it is how we stand, how we can dare to be weak and shed tears as a sign of strength, how we can give up everything for the truths our hearts whisper, how we can stay through the troubling worlds we got into and not have the nerve to run away, how we can tell somebody how we feel, and what we feel. It is in those darkest moments I am me and you are you. It is that moment we achieve the most worthy prize: our identity.

Dear Mirror.

I just thought you should know,

I am not afraid anymore