We all know of the Green Monster. They've possessed us and will forever live on among us, feeding off of success stories and all the good things in life. This is dedicated to just those people who cannot, for the sake of everything, just be happy for their friends' successes.
We trudge through life swapping souls and piggy-backing others' burdens to perfect places, sometimes reaching a blissful end, but mostly slowly coming to a halt; freezing over in the no man's land of missed phone calls, hurt feelings and inequity. But the suns of our own personal dwarf galaxies warm our cores, turning no man's land into a fruitful field of sunflowers.
They danced together, swirling between the sparse crowd, nothing on their minds but that moment entirely. Their feet tapped quietly on the cobbled square, while others around them giggled and tried to get the perfect step to the live string trio. The late evening breeze carried the soft noise throughout the square, soothing the sleepy town into slumber. The couple whispered tenderly to each other, one definitely holding the others weight, although unfazed, chuckling under their breath at whatever they were murmuring about. They were astronauts sharing the same helmet, unaware of the infinite space spiraling around them. Or perhaps they were stars. Wholly aware of the idols they were, of the light, they bounced around their little galaxy, but choosing ignorance and defiance; anything to reach out and burn together. And that is exactly what they did. Vanishing with the sunset, with fire at their toes and sparks bolting from their tongues.
I write this stuck in a cave of revision notes, as it's—you guessed it—exam season! Even though I still have much to do (the biggest understatement) I can't help but reflect on my first year of university. For a background check: I'm currently studying in the U.K. as a Psychology undergraduate at the university of my dreams. It's pretty good, if we're referring to the league tables.