I leap from moon to moon, my satchel teeming with golden light it tickles my fingers and warms my heart I Grab a handful and send the light hurling toward the planet infront of me, Earth. I watch as it clutches onto the planet, like a parasite, as it crawls and spreads, glowing and glistening against the black void of space. Soon the sky has transformed to a beatuiful pinky haze, soon the stars dissapear and the city lights dim down. A tear trickles down my cheek, my heart burderned by sorrow. Perhaps the reason I weep, is because i would love nothing more than to be down there, witnessing a tommorow.

A tremble dances down my spine. The water laps at my toes, sending an unpleasant chill throughout my body. Is it the cold? Is that why they consider this to be terrifying? I turn my head toward the bright sand, twinkling under the radiant sun, utterly vacant. The wind kisses my cheeks and plays with my hair. i take a step into the water. Cold. And yet, i do not walk away. I do not run, or cower, i do not feel an inch of fear. The water sploshes up my legs as my feet venture deeper into the blue. Dunking my head beneath, tranquility washes over me. The world is silent. My mind is silent. And for once in my life, I feel at peace. Perhaps it is not the ocean itself people fear, but the silence.

My finger brushes your arm, A light flickers Your hand reaches for mine, Another one twitches I kiss you on the cheek, sparks flying through every space between us The lights glisten to life on a field of daisies When I fall into your gaze, my mind is absent, for all I see is your face, all I know is your voice, all I feel is your touch. And all I yearn for is your love.

Your face is still vivid in my mind. Your laugh still haunts me when I close my eyes. You used to call my name in my dreams, used to reach out for me. But now I murmur your name, now I reach for you. But when I needed you the most, you turned away. When I cried for you, no tears were shed. When I begged for your return, I found myself forgetting your middle name. but as the days blurred into years, i realised it was not you I yearned for, it was our memories. Now you are back, but I no longer need you.

My pencil grinds into the page infront of me as my eyes trace the perfect details of her face. A twist of nauseuous agony knots in my stomach with each of her strides into the classroom. Her dress seems to billow in the non-existant breeze, adding more to her transcending perfection. My eyes pierce into hers, her gaze lingering on the other students, captivated by her presence. I see through her pink lips, curled into a smirk. I see through her rosy cheeks and mesmerizing eyes. I see her for what she truly is. And what she is - I will never be.