Beauty Seen is Never Lost

Story 1
It was about a boy. Green T-shirt. Yellow Shorts.
He had a dream. And it was the moon, nothing else, just the moon. Not astronomy, not outer space, not Pluto, or mars. Just that white glow up there. “Its mine” he’d always say, “ the moon is mine”. But as always in her stories, things ought to be broken; everything, and everyone, was just so fragile. The boy. The moon. The dream.

Story 2
It was about a girl. She saw the future, behind her eyelids. The ghosts of upcoming days, resided with her thoughts. She captured her loved ones, before they fell through the cracks; she was one strong protagonist, that girl. But as always in her stories, things ought to be broken, The girl. The sky. The future.

Story 3
It was about a beggar. Living under an abandoned bridge. He met a stranger, who showed him the wealth of wishing fountains. But the beggar was pained by the wishes dwelling underneath that water, and decided “ no wish should ever be abandoned”. But as always in her stories, things ought to be broken. The beggar. The water. The wishes.

Story 4
It was about two fraternal twins. They waited for the night to come, and sneaked out of their mansion, looking for somewhere to call home. By the end of the night, they found themselves leaning on a lonesome willow, looking at that blanket of stars stretched upon them. And the willow embraced them, “ I’ve been looking too”. But as always in her stories, things ought to broken. The girls. The willow. The stars.

Story 5
It was about her. But as always in her stories, things ought to be broken. The life. The heart. The memory.

Posted by Diddlina at 2:10 PM