It saddened her the way she got ignored. The kind of sad that she had learned to just stuff down into the deepest chamber of her heart. The universe inside of her screamed. The galaxies and constellations and black holes. She stopped blaming herself which was half of the battle. She had to love herself. But she craved the man who understood her train of thought. Who got her pattern. Who encapsulated her strong emotions and nurtured every word that ran across her lips. But she didn’t need completing, only a universe to collide and implode with. Somebody who could bring her soul to life and appreciate her saturated view. Because in her world, everything was by design. Her life was her art, her mind was her paradise. It had to be. The alternatives were disenchanting.
6 years ago. July 1, 2018 at 2:23 PM