Dark clouds filled my mind, I really wish he didn't bring up my ex. Killian turned his head slightly as it seemed like everyone was looking at me. I sighed, "Yes, but it wasn't real" Shade shot a glare at Killian as she saw my expression change, he brought his head down sheepishly. Wyatt gazed at me sympathetically and placed his hand firmly on my wrist. I blinked as I felt a strange emotion bubbling up inside of me. I normally don't feel this way. "He must've been a huge jerk if he hurt you that bad..." he grumbled. He gently brushed his thumb up and down on my hand, comforting me. But I didn't feel comfort... I don't know what I felt but it's burning my chest and I sort of... Enjoy it? I look up at him and look into his dark brown eyes, he's not teasing me... This is real.

Your eyes Becoming me All that I see Drowning beneath The waves Of green All that I am Has it been found again

Sit down To take the load off Pressure Pushing From every side Now we slide in and out Of feelings

Stay still Let go Send me a message So I can be sure Of where we stand Because without you I will turn this whole world to sand

You’re like a spring In the middle of the desert Your words like a hug I just can’t get enough With you I know I’m not alone Just swear I’m not alone

When I was little I looked at my reflection in a puddle

I was to little to notice any imperfections

I giggled and jumped into the puddle without a worry

I grew up a little more and it was my first day of school

My mom holds my hand as I walk in

A little older and I see a boy. He’s cute

A little older

I cry because i don’t have friends

But I don’t understand why

A little older

I meet a boy who likes me

We date

He saved me

I thank nature for him

A little older

I now know what was wrong in my reflection in the puddle

I wear long sleeves most the time

I’m looking for the people I’m going to grow old with rather than grow up with

Being little was beautiful

There weren’t any cares

But now the beautiful things I once had are rotting away

To nothing more than memories held in puddles that have dried up to nothingness

Aching legs Marching feet Stairs after stairs Up to the unknown

Sweat piling Out of breath Stairs after stairs Neverending

But then, I’m out of breath for a entirely different reason

I can see the city the entire world From just this one point

The mountains hug the city The gentle setting sun Casts an orange hue over the land

What used to look so intimidating so imposing so tall now looked like ants

It changed my perspective Gave me a bigger picture that there is always another angle to look at things

You just have to look for it Take the chance Make the trek

Red and green and Snowy white

Flakes of heaven In the night

Layers of snow On the street

Little pink nose and Little cold feet

Presents sitting Under the tree

Some for you and Some for me

Hot cocoa and Candy canes

Laughing dolls and Choo choo trains

Little grubby hands And smiles

Elves on shelves For the child

Winter boots and Mistletoe

Making angels In the snow

Secret Santa Exchanging gifts

This is the magic Of Christmas!

The puffy white clouds are pierced by the tower. It's surrounded by the garden, full of great trees, prickly grass, and a path that pierces through the green. In the trees, the creatures hide, trying to stay out of your sight. This place seems unreal like it was pulled right out of a book. It feels like you've entered a new world. The forest rises so high, it feels like your trapped in its maw. And everything is overshadowed by the tower. It nearly blocks the sun. The design looks like an ancient tree long ago cut down. And from the top of that tower sits the Devil, watching over his garden.

sinking sunlight glittered off the water. i stared at the orange and blue as they washed together. my mind was blank, and i wouldn’t realize until after. i watched my feet dangle above the water, as my eyes drifted in and out of focus. the breeze blew my hair and i leaned back on my hands. i was so thankful to be here, i had waited so long for this. there was an aura of orange in the sky, fading into blue, and then gray. i waited until there was no more orange, only blue and gray. there was cold sand under my feet as i walked to my bike. and then? i was gone. i was gone as quick as i was there.

We are awful short sighted creatures. We have a habitual aversion to what is inevitable. Happiness, for example, is not sustainable or constant. Sometimes we aren’t even aware we are experiencing it because people never know what they got till it’s gone. We avoid sadness, shame, dread, and all things we decide are unwanted. We fail to descend that desire is the source of all suffering even when all you want is to avoid disappointment. The only way to pull this off is to forgo any expectations. Because we need hope, we are dogged by its shadow, which is despair. If I were to say I found Beauty in the grief I felt when I lost someone I loved more than anyone or anything in this world, it may sound shady. But weeping was wonderful in its way. That I could feel that loss so profoundly gave credence to love. When I stopped crying, when he wasn’t in my daily thoughts any more, when I went on without him to love others in other ways, this was worse than pain.

Betrayed by those we love, we may fall into ugly ways. But when we realize we loved with only the joy love itself affords us, not in exchange for their love or even their compassion, we can be touched by the beauty love in and of itself becomes. Later, we may be gracious and grateful or dearest wishes were ignored. Loving is never lost even when you discover it’s a lie. Acceptance moves us beyond the pain, and is realized in the beauty of letting go.

That we can feel so deeply, is beautiful because it is not something every can bear, or fathom. Remember weeping is as vital as laughter. One without the other is a pantomime, and a lot of have neither as our souls flatline. Here’s the thing, you cannot dwell on the knife in you back, nor quit when you fall. Walk it off, your champions will say. Keep going, especially when you’re in hell. All those people who pretend they have perfect lives are the most miserable of all. .

The fur that covered each part of the paw gave me great joy. I had to touch and feel the softness only to be met with that paw hitting the top of my hand lightly, warning me not to touch. I could not help squealing with joy. My heart, body, and soul felt such euphoria from seeing this sight. I decided to rub on the gentle fur. Such warmth on the palm of my hand. It felt therapeutic to me. There was nothing in the world that could make me feel as much bliss as this very moment. The sight of such precious innocence. Playful, cute, sweet, energetic ball of fur. I sat on my couch and the beauty jumped onto me, resting on my lap. The peace I felt inside as I looked at the sleepy eyes. A little chin laying itself on my right thigh. Curled up paws. Wrapped up tail. Gentle breaths. White beautiful fur with hints of brown and black here and there. The living, breathing description of beauty.

A white gown and harp song Arm in arm with my father One last time

A new name sealed with a kiss A new life with my love Forevermore