How’s That For An Ending?

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[nhy-writes]

Were you foolish enough to think that this world is black and white? There’s grey. So deep and vast it could be an ocean. And, darling, I’m drowning in it.

NHY

[nhy-writes]

“They said he was a shadow, casted over the perfect flower; her. Except she did not grow in the sun. She bloomed in the shadows.”

-NHY

[nhy-writes]

“I like to see the rise of empires, but oh how I love to watch them burn.”

-NHY

[nhy-writes]

“And the world told her to harden her heart, but she never did. For her friend told her there is strength in being sensitive. So she’d keep a soft heart for both of them.”

-NHY

[nhy-writes]

"And so, she watches him go. She watches as he walks out the door of her apartment and her heart. The apartment door closes, but the one in her heart is slightly ajar. And suddenly love isn't an out of reach thing or concept. And maybe this is the first step to loving again."

-NHY

[nhy-writes]

"People who are told to smile more are a unique breed. And she was one of them. She rarely smiled, but when she did it was sight to behold. People told her to talk more, but she never did. But when did talk, you wanted more. For she was a girl with poetry on her lips."

-NHY

[nhy-writes]

"Any person who tells you they don't fear death is lying. For every being has a spark of fear for the unknown."

-NHY

[nhy-writes]

"That girl was a whirlwind. She was never still, something was always moving. A bouncing knee or moving thumbs. Even when she slept, she was not peaceful. For her face would always be set in a frown. His grandmother told him that people like that, breathed in a storm when they were born, not air. He never believed it until now. The girl in front of him was a storm with flesh, and beautiful in a catastrophic way."

-NHY

[nhy-writes]

"He's quiet like a rainy day right before it storms. He's the prickle in your skin that lets you know something is coming. He's a good man, the man people idolize. And people pray that he never goes to war, because they'll never survive the storm."

-NHY

[nhy-writes]

"You thought she was a mermaid. For she had a gentle laugh, a beautiful smile, and soft hands. But she wasn't a mermaid. She was a siren. There was tragedy in her blood, and scars on her skin. The world had not been kind to her, and she's hellbent on returning the favor."

-NHY

[nhy-writes]

"You aren't afraid of heights, you're afraid of falling. Which is normal I suppose. You are a mortal man after all. And you have seen those come before you fly so close to the sun, and you have watched them fall. Yet you still fly, so tantalizing close to the sun, and yet, you still know you'll fall. So tell me, Icarus, why do you still beat those wax wings that are destined to fail?"

-NHY

[nhy-writes]

"Her skin was peppered with scars. There were scars from when she was five, and tripped at the school race. There were scars from surgeries. She called them constellations, and loved them just as fondly as the night sky."

-NHY

[nhy-writes]

"She doesn't walk with the poise of a perfect girl. She has the walk of a sea captain. She reads about love, but she doesn't want it. She likes the rain, but hates the clouds. She likes the books, but hates the end. She was one of those people you only meet once in your life, and you lose a piece of your soul when they exit the door they once claimed."

-NHY

[nhy-writes]

The world spins on; but doesn’t let her forget about the good things she has done.

NHY

[nhy-writes]

I think I like my mask better than I like my real self.

NHY

[nhy-writes]

I wasn't born to fit into a mold, I was born to break it.

NHY

[nhy-writes]

There’s a reason why opposites attract. After all, it takes a flame to melt the ice.

NHY