I don't know what to name this. I guess it's random ramblings. Worlds imagined. Torn and all.
Compelling photos and the stories I imagine they tell
The cherry blossoms were making her sneeze. She had allergies. He captured her face right before she fell asleep similar to Snow White. With the only difference that she was put to sleep by the scent of the flowery tree. He knew this would happen. Just like Jean-Baptise Grenouille from "Perfume: The story of a murderer", he too was going to capture the girl's scent. She reached to stop the capture. But it was too late, the sleep was going to be too deep. "I think I dream of you!", she whispered gently as her woozy face fell in his arms. He said: "There, there, little one, this dream is your last one..."
He thinks he knows her from some place far away, a dream maybe or a deja-vu. Or maybe a parallel life. But she was not the one to care about that, she simply wanted to try her charm on all the men she could find out there. She prayed he would fall in her trap, become acquainted only to be left hanging around. "A friendzone is it called in your universe?", she carefully inquired and she thought: "you are bewildered by my presence, aren't you, my dear one?". "Did you use drugs on me or what? I feel like I am about to collapse, like you are the only one I think about but soon I will be aroused and you are not yet nowhere to be found. Where are you, where are you, angel of the daylight?". She was content with her craft and left him there, hanging around, for only the night could crawl back into his heart... The dream would then start, but she had been long gone by that time and his prayers won't move her back around.
Once upon a time there was a golden heart belonging to a golden girl. The girl was made up by a star, a star whose name was Kiss me now. The star was lonely in that sky where she had fallen because this star was a falling star, you know, that type which people see once in a blue moon and make a wish for a love to strike and make them fall in love so deeply that they forget to even look at the other stars the sky is holding up, above us all. So Kiss me now as fantastical as she was, had made a point and created for herself another girl so she won't feel alone there, in that far away place, in that day dream or maybe it was a night dream. Or maybe it was like she was in a coma, that type where you don't really know what sky you are residing now. Kiss me now fantasied about this girl she made up, only to realise it was actually the girl herself who had seen her fall and wished upon her. Kiss me now was torn apart. Was she still in the sky? Was she in that girl's thoughts? Was she still alive if she had fallen? What had happened to Kiss me now? The golden girl's heart was broken by a boy and she made her goal to never let anyone kiss her now, not anymore. She had put her broken heart away from curious eyes. But Kiss me now had seen it and realised it was such a crimson pure heart that she proposed an offer. Kiss me now gifted her tiny golden heart in exchange of hers. The golden girl was happy about that. She could never be hurt like she was before. Kiss me now had a real heart and she could feel all the joy and pain of the world that she once only could witness from up above the sky she was a part of. A vampire then came along and ripped this girl's heart out. But she was already charmed and she could not die. The vampire stole her golden heart and wore it as a necklace, reminding him of the dying world but never of his own.
It was actually in summer, but a bad rain came and it drifted all the summer dust. She was cosy, still waiting on another sprinkle to chill her thoughts. She really regretted that tattoo but it was so late now. "What have I done?" she thought to herself. "I am never going to get a ring on it!"
She thought it was a good selfie. The mirror was reflecting her back. The flower leaves were dancing in her face. It was supposed to be dreamy and catchy and pinpoint her make up and her eyes and her dainty earrings. She managed all that but she felt she was missing from the picture. Her soul ran away, far away from this social life that she so much cared about and had been building for a while. Everything was supposed to create a story even when no story was there to tell. Her faded soul could be seen through, just like that mirror where she had said on a daily basis "good morning" to herself in order to raise herself up. But only now she has just realised she is woken up.
She misplaced her teeth. She is not laughing because she had misplaced it so many times but because she is now sure she should not have teeth anymore. She doesn't anyway. But she should not have the fake ones either. It's useless since she cannot remember how to use them. She had not had teeth in such a long time, that she had forgotten how to use them. Or care for it. She is crying. She is hurt. Her teeth hurt so much. She needs it all out. They are old and heavy and rotten and need to be out of her life. Sometimes, people tell her that. "You are old and heavy and rotten in your mind, and you need to be out of my life!". She is not sure if she should laugh or cry. She knows everybody reaches their own desiccation in time. And it was time she stood up for herself. She also knows her teeth are somewhere in the house and if she would find it, she would be able to put her teeth into all this situation and make everyone else's teeth drop.
She was styling herself in a big mirror. She was making sure her smile looks genuine and she is accustomed to what she needs to look like to people. "I need to portray this adorable perfectly happy young woman, now! Focus!" she told her mirror self. The mirror selfie did not listen up. Her smile looked sad, like far away, distant from the present time, her smile seemed to hide an overload of inflicted pain and depression could be seen hanging there, right in her movements. Just one more day. Just one more moment and it will be over with. Until the following week.
The painter was telling her to stay still. But the wind was in her hair. The breeze was chilled and she was dreaming of far away places. The painter was upset. How was he supposed to capture her soul if she remained in so many emotions: curious with her eyes, smiling with her lips and still in her standing figure? "I mean, I could paint a new version of Mona Lisa, right?" he thought to himself. "Yes, yes, you are a still yet moving picture of an elaborate soul".
"You had me at Hello". And then I whisper to you a song of Beyonce feat Lady Gaga that goes like this:
"You say you like my bag and the color of my nails . You can see that I got it going on . I wanna make sure you remember me . So I am gonna leave my number on your video phone. I got no time for fronting. I know just what I am wanting . If it's gonna be you and me . When I call, they better see me on your video screen . Them hustlers keep on talking . They like the way I'm walking . You saying that you want me . So press record, I will let you film me . Tape me on your video phone, I can handle you . Watch me on your video phone, on your video, video . If you want me, you can watch me on your video phone"
You already know, cause you had me at hello.
Her eyebrows are on flick. Her smile is just so quick. She has got sparkles in her eyes. The world is hers to see. She is young and restless but she does not know she is never going to get this moment back again. She lives as if she would never die. But she forgets to pay attention to her current life. She is there and yet she is here. She is here and yet, not quite. She thinks she knows it all but she is so far behind. He looked at her and smiled. A glimpse would catch her mind. She is thinking now: "How alive am I, in this moment, now?" His whisper calmed her trembling heart: "You know you are with me right now and I can catch you if you want to try?". She says goodbye.
There's nothing more exciting than a fairy-tale love. Maybe a happy ending. A never ending happy ending. She wears her dress like she is a queen. Her king was waiting on her to step in. The castle needed her and so did the kingdom of her dreams. No Cinderella shoes to be left behind. She knows who she is and who she wants and so does he, smiling from that shattered balcony, the stairs in healing when she walks upon it, she is the missing piece of that saddened puzzle that we all call life. She had never felt more alive than she is feeling it now. "I leave behind my past and walk into my new life", she empowered herself as she went up to face her new wonderful life.
About the Creator
Annaelle Artsy
Me, myself & I
Slow living in the reading
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