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The grain of the sand
If I dream then I may fly away on Angel wings in the dead of night with only the violins of crickets and the shudderings of cicadas to aid me. The moon is full, and the winds are whispering secrets left un-revealed for a thousand years. What secrets are they telling?
There are spaces of time where I don't even know I'm alive. I just see this movie that I'm living in, and I'm powerless to change what happens. I can't touch anything, and I can't help anything. All I can do is just be and feel like I've been there before. The only assurance I have that I'm really alive is this empty-pit/ I'm-falling feeling similar to that received after deja vue.
Speaking of falling feelings...
I felt like a Salem witch plunged into ice water when we talked that last time. My teeth chattered, and my insides churned as I struggled to find adequate words. But I've always been so inarticulate.
So I settled for half-thought-out words and that feeling like I had done the whole heartbreak thing before. Deja vue.
Oh, wait.
I did.
People who have no say rarely have a sway. Especially on the ones they love.
There once was a little girl who fell in love with a little boy. The little boy loved the little girl as well, and the two of them were very happy together. The little girl smiled all the time because of this, and the little boy would talk with her every day.
Then, one day, the little boy turned away from the little girl. He was no longer sure if he loved her. This made the girl very sad, but she continued to love him and vowed to stay by his side. But one night they fought, and the boy told the little girl to never speak to him again.
The little girl merely said, "As you wish," as her heart broke, but she obeyed his command. She no longer smiled, and he no longer talked to her.
Then, one day, the little boy came back. He began talking with her and said, "When we were together, I always saw you smiling. Now, please, won't you smile once more?" And so, the little girl smiled.
But then, at the end of the day of their talking and conversing, the little boy suddenly began to grow distant again. As night fell, the little boy ran away.
And the little girl's heart broke a second time. She was hurt and confused, but the saddest part of all was that she just wanted to talk with the little boy one more time. Just one more time so she could tell him, "That night you asked me to smile, I smiled. But only because I still love you. And that was the only reason I ever smiled. It was because I love you."
Here's to all the tragic heroes. Here's to their sacrifices, their heartbreaks, their betrayals.
Here's to the relationships they'll abandon. To the relationships they'll break. Here's to all the things they could've and would've done but won't because they're too afraid.
Here's to their fears and their troubles. To their wishes and desires. All suppressed and all denied because they don't want to run the risk of hurting someone else.
Here's to their impulses of kindness. To their impulses of strength. To their impulses of benevolence.
Here's to their ways of self-deprecation done to save someone else's soul.
Here's to all the things you and I wish we could've and would've done. Here's to all that we've abandoned, heartbroken, and betrayed. Because we're two tragic heroes.
Here's to you and me.
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