What seemed so light moments before threatened to pull her down into the depths of despair
Every time it happened it took so much strength to try to pick up the pieces and try to move on
It was no use. She broke.
Giving way to the gravity of it all, she sunk to the floor
Her eyes teared up, the heavy drops of water falling
They were children!
Prying back her man’s rough outer layer
Exposed the fact that he was surprisingly human
Except she didn’t want to believe that
Lifting his freshly stilled heart out of the way, she continued to look for essence of monster
Starlight-sparkles dance on the whitecapped waves
Waltzing their way to a sandy landing
Every new pulse of water brings up another promenade
Letting the dance go on and on throughout the night
Leaving the scene when the sun peaks over the horizon
Striking him across the face gave her satisfaction
Which brought all activity in the room to a halt
It caused him to hesitate to react to her attack
Pirouetting away from him, she stormed her way out
Everything had gone to plan. No one would question if she had stolen anything.
No way he could find the part
Even the internet held no hope
Eventually, he resorted to some duct tape
Didn’t help, but it made him feel like he tried
Perhaps there is another way to do this
Let me give you something as a reward for making this happen
Everyone deserves a second chance, right?
And what if it was your mother who was in my situation?
Don’t make me eat pineapple on my pizza! I ordered it by mistake!
(FYI I love pineapple on my pizza.)
Scrunching up her face in reaction to sipping the drink
Obviously, it was much tarter than what she was expecting
Uttering a sharp laugh, her partner handed her a sugar cube as an apology
Refusing the cube, she gave it another sip. It was better this way.
Watch the way the world unfolds around you.
One thing leading to another in a vast circle of reality.
Notice how each piece is interlinked with so many other pieces.
Down to the knowledge that a star had to die to create the matter that makes you.
Ever sit there and just contemplate all that?
Realize that that feeling of awe is as normal as breathing, that you are a …
Looking at his sandwich, he wondered if there was a better way
Unless sliced bread was the height of sandwich technology
Now he pulled out notebook and began drawing diagrams and writing notes
Completing one design before discarding it for the next, and after some time many pages were filled with scribbles
However, soon the clock told him to go back to work, and the sandwich was still there, taunting him
Fire climbing high into the sky
Lighting her eyes in a way that was magical
And the image made his heart skip a beat
Maybe that’s why it didn’t hurt as much
Even as the knife plunged deep into his chest