My whole life I feel like I’ve been searching for something that isn’t there, that I cannot find. Like I’m trying to complete a puzzle but one piece got destroyed. No matter how hard I try or how much I search, it seems as if I’m going on a treasure hunt without the treasure. I’ve always just walked around feeling like there’s a gaping hole in my chest that will never be filled. Am I asking for too much? I want to be conplete, not perfect.
He never fell in love with anyone or anything. That was until he met her. Phoebe, a girl who brought sun amidst his storm. A girl who smiled amidst his gloom. A girl who laughed amidst his solemn. Who showed him that lightning and rain doesn’t have to follow him on his path. For a while he thought she was right, he was beginning to see the light that she described. Until something, or someone, took her away from him. Now he’s led on a path of vengeance, searching for who or what took his sunshine away.
Of course I see her when I go to the beach. With her perfect blue eyes, the color of the ocean. Her beautiful round lips. Her smile that matches the light of the sun, and her long perfect hair that flows around her as if the wind is dancing for her. The way she walks with such elegance and it seems as if the water is parting for her when she enters the ocean. I feel as if I could gaze upon her forever, as I keep wondering how she looks so perfect compared to everyone else. She is so memorable yet everytime I see her again I forget just how perfect she is. I wish I could just see how it feels to be so perfectly beautiful, even if just for a minute, I’d like to be her for just a minute.
