Have you ever met someone filled with so much life and yet so close to death?
I have. When she danced, the world seemed to stop spinning. And when she sat still, the universe seemed to revolve and devolve around her.
I wonder what goes. I wonder what came before her past and destroyed that hope in her heart with so much cruelty. Like a harsh metaphor of a person who flew so far away to a foreign town, unknown to knowledge but close to his imagination only from a postcard he bought years ago, only to be met with nothingness. Ashes of a broken town.
And I continue to wonder what goes.
Have you ever been locked out of a place you wanted to visit so much? You walked miles and miles away from your home and you realized that upon gazing towards that beautiful field of daisies, the gates are shut closed and locked up with a big chain and countless of locks, metallic silvers crushing your very soul.
And there it was. In the middle of that field.
A metallic fire, burning ever so brightly, liquifying everything that dared to approach too closely.
