• l o r r e l i • wrote:• l o r r e l i • wrote:
midnight (m) -------------------------- daylight (f)
"when the moon fell in love with the sun.
All was golden in the sky.
All was golden when the day met the night."beauty, my friends, comes in many forms.
beauty, to you, may be a flower poking out of the soil in spring.
beauty may be the constellations, twinkling in the sky.
it could be the sparkling blue eyes of your lover.
but for me, beauty was something I was never to have.
never able to hold, to touch, to grasp
never even able to glimpse.
the light of day.
i was fascianated by the light, the sun, the blue sky.
the white, fluffy clouds that dotted the atmosphere.
when i thought of beauty, i thought of the sun's light.
the warmth, the glow, the feeling you expierenced as the sun set.
i would never be able to share that feeling.
i, alone with the moon and the stars for company.
the dark. no sun, no warmth, no lovely blue sky.
blackness, depth, dew on the green grasses.
never to feel the sun splash across my face.
because midnight would never meet daylight.
they told me it couldn't be done.
they told me i was a love sick fool.
daylight was out of my reach.
she was not to be seen by a darkling like me.
she radiated the sun's light, and her eyes twinkled with brightness.
mind-blowingly uncomparable to my nightlight stars.
her eyes were said to be far more beautiful.
they said me dumb, falling for the l.i.g.h.t
when i was the d a r k n e s s.
they said that it couldn't be done.
and this, dear friends, is where our story begins.
[ end part one ]
It was a plot that had to be perfectly executed.
Seeing the light wasn't something that could happen by chance. Maybe not even something that could happen by fate. But I couldn't stand it anymore. The lonely feeling of the dark clouded my head every single night. The starshine beamed down on me, but it wasn't the light that I wished to see. Even the bright white moon that splashed across my face during my dull life didn't hold a candle to the light of the sun. Beautiful, warm, glowing butter yellow. Not cold and bleach white like the light of the moon. Just to feel the light on my face, to feel the soft warmth pan along my face, to fill me up with rays of gentle, beaming light. And to meet her, lady of the day. In my eyes, the most perfect woman in the world. They said her smile could melt you on the spot, and her eyes could freeze you into place at the same time. Who wouldn't be intoxicated by that?
So, late at night as I bathed in the gleam of the constellations, I began to devise my plan. A thousand options were running in and out of my head, as well as their consequences. My limitations became my roadblocks. It was like a brick wall, laughing in my face. But what could I do? I had to go somewhere with this infatuation, and I couldn't continue living off this image in my mind. It was almost painful, living in the world of what could be. I couldn't sit here and just watch my dream continue to slip away with every sunset, and then gather up all my hope again at sunrise. I swore that one day, when the sun rose, I would rise with it.
But the problem was, I survive on the darkness.
How could I survive in the light?
[end part 2]
Seeing the light wasn't something that could happen by chance. Maybe not even something that could happen by fate. But I couldn't stand it anymore. The lonely feeling of the dark clouded my head every single night. The starshine beamed down on me, but it wasn't the light that I wished to see. Even the bright white moon that splashed across my face during my dull life didn't hold a candle to the light of the sun. Beautiful, warm, glowing butter yellow. Not cold and bleach white like the light of the moon. Just to feel the light on my face, to feel the soft warmth pan along my face, to fill me up with rays of gentle, beaming light. And to meet her, lady of the day. In my eyes, the most perfect woman in the world. They said her smile could melt you on the spot, and her eyes could freeze you into place at the same time. Who wouldn't be intoxicated by that?
So, late at night as I bathed in the gleam of the constellations, I began to devise my plan. A thousand options were running in and out of my head, as well as their consequences. My limitations became my roadblocks. It was like a brick wall, laughing in my face. But what could I do? I had to go somewhere with this infatuation, and I couldn't continue living off this image in my mind. It was almost painful, living in the world of what could be. I couldn't sit here and just watch my dream continue to slip away with every sunset, and then gather up all my hope again at sunrise. I swore that one day, when the sun rose, I would rise with it.
But the problem was, I survive on the darkness.
How could I survive in the light?
[end part 2]
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