“Do you think the sun gets lonely up there?”
His eyes sparkled as he gazed at the sky.
I didn’t turn to look.
“You’re going to go blind,” I responded without thinking too much.
I could hear him sigh and his head slowly fell back towards the ground.
“What about the moon?” He asked that night, his eyes bathed in its light.
“You’re going to trip if you keep looking up.”
Again, he sighed and his head fell back to the ground.
“What about you…?” He asked, his voice becoming light.
“I’m fine, I told you.”
He didn’t sigh that time.
And he didn’t sigh the next time or the next.
Because I forgot to ask him,
“I wonder, are you lonely up there?”
She turns away slowly as he watches. Something tugs in her chest but she chases the thought away. “No, no.” She whispers, “it will only hurt more if I think about it.”
She can’t help but imagine him still standing there, watching her go. “No,” She chastises herself again, “you can’t look back… not anymore.”
Holding her chest tightly, she walks away. One might even think her heart is broken, yet she can still hear it beating furiously in her chest.
Haters People who have a strong dislike of someone or something. Hearts The organ we all have in our chests. Earth (s) The planet we all live on.
Whether we like it or not, haters have hearts. They pump blood, they live, they cry. Just like you.
Here on Earth, we all have hearts Even if they don’t work how we want them too.
We also have haters here on earth. But that’s okay, because they have hearts too. Just like you.
Haters have hearts, hearts reside on earth, and earth houses haters.
It’s an interesting concept But in the end
They’re all connected.
Maybe I only liked your eyes because they were the only ones I ever had the courage to look at.
Maybe it’s because, at the end of the day, the eyes really are the windows to the soul.
And I saw all of hell’s fiery inferno in them. Eyes like the dying embers of a fire Alight with mischief and trouble.
And yet For some reason I stayed.
Despite the fire Despite the heat Despite the dying embers of your heart that shone through your eyes
I stayed.
(In the context of death…)
Peace, peace, oh joyful peace! Rest that weary head Smile in your sleep Oh, such joyful peace!
Struggle no longer You’re done Congrats, you’ve reached the end! Oh, taste the peace!
Sleep now Your worries are gone You can finally stop Finally know the meaning of
Rest in peace.
My steps fall silently against the hard stone and my feet ache from the miles of walking. Murmurs can be heard from all around as lethargic townspeople go about their daily chores.
Glancing upwards, I lick my parched lips and peer through the low fog. The air is heavy with sadness and grief to the point where it’s almost tangible.
War does that to people. It warps beautiful places until they’re nothing more than a stagnant wasteland full of dead things. One might only be able to see the trampled beauty if they look hard enough.
However, I have not the time nor energy to do such things. And so the image remains in black and white, even where color should be abundant.
Icy winds are nothing unusual around here, what is unusual, however, are frozen unidentified flying objects that have been around for who knows how long.
I’m probably not meant to see this. I shouldn’t be allowed to see this. Yes, that’s it, Area 51 will come and wipe our memories and then this will all be over. Except… they haven’t come yet. And my intern job has suddenly become very interesting and I’m suddenly not being paid enough. The only way I see this ending is months of paper work. And maybe if I’m persistent enough, a couple thousand in hush-hush money.
Also, in my opinion, the red suits are a bit much. Sure, they make it look like I fell out of a sci-fi movie, but honestly, I feel like a very red, attention hungry, trash bag. Maybe it was for the camera guy’s sake (who’s probably getting paid more than me).
If you want to know who I am, I’m the awkward looking one on the far right. That’s it, take a screenshot and zoom in… that’s me. I know, I know, you’re thinking the same thing I am… that kid doesn’t have a clue about what he’s doing. And you are absolutely correct. Now, if you excuse me, I’m going to talk to my advisor.
“No.” He mumbles again, his heart aching at the lie. He watches her as she speaks, her eyes sparkling as she converses with him. He gulps as he opens his mouth, “H-hey-“
“Oh! We’ll have to start packing tonight as well if we want to catch the flight.” She shuffles around the room, oblivious to his hesitation.
He sighs, giving up for the time being, “r-right.”
She finally pauses and approaches him, smiling. “Hey, it’s ok, I know traveling can be a bit stressful, but that’s why I’m here.” She rolls up her sleeves, grinning. “I’m an expert when it comes to traveling.”
He finally lets a smile spread across his face and he nods, laughing gently. “Yes, I know you are. And I trust you.” He takes her hand, trying to convince himself that it was okay for now.
“We should be gone for about a week…” she continues, making another round across the room.
He flinches. A week. He’d have to leave the city alone for a week. Without protection. He runs a hand through his hair frantically. “Shoot, I can’t keep coming up with excuses.” He turns towards her, distress evident in his eyes.
“Excuses…?” She asks hesitantly.
“Love, listen to me.” He comes up beside her, taking her hands in his.
She quirks an eyebrow at him. “I’m listening.”
He sighs, taking in a deep breath. “I’m the superhero.” He says plainly.
It’s quiet for a moment before she nods. “Yeah, I know.”
He blinks, astonishment flowing through him. “Y-you knew?? H-how?”
She smiles to herself. “You never could lie to me.” She chuckles. “You made it too obvious, dear!”
