A Moonlight Beginning
The reflection on the ground is not one of a person
All the dreams are only sad stories
The closer we get, the less distance needed, the more pain that arises
Love, anxiety, tears, fear, happiness, radiance, and worries all transform the reflection of a person into an unrecognizable mirror image.
An unrecognizable figure.
Waking up from sleep, there was nothing, only emptiness.
A dark canvas surrounded by white sparkling specks.
The night is not exactly over, as a pitch black sky illuminated by stars.
Dashes of light dash across, creating scattered specks of blinding white to appear.
Black, white, grey, and blue paint a lonely picture of a wish.
By starlight, it’s such a beautiful sight
By daylight, a painful, remorseful sight
"Don’t go far even though it’s hurting me"
Were the only words that echoed through the leaves
Rusting and sticking to the branches
Thoughts that were like a bittersweet poison
Ash grey smoke lingers in the sweet aroma of fallen lily petals, suffocating the oxygen from any living creature
A palette of warm orange, caressing yellows, playful pinks, and passionate red
Are soon overpowered by the melancholy brought by an ocean of blues, conflicting greys, death-filled black, and pure white.
A wave of emotions devouring a sea of logic
A similar approach of everyday drama or trauma.
Issues of interest creating chaos
Conflicting viewpoints poison relationship
Mistrust stabbing networking
Lies disabling progress
Fear distorting stability
In the end, the utopia written in words, turns to a constructed dystopia written in the blood, sweat and tears of others.
A voice is give, but many cannot be heard
Instead of a painted canvas of harmonious colors scattered and intertwined dots, a image was split in half, vibrant colors segregated against the monochromatic shades.
A story of love dwindle to a storm of murder.
Beige pages and cursive letters burned in an enraging inferno, bright orange and reds danced on the page as the color thoughts and ideas fluttered and disappeared into the thin air
Leaving behind a thick poisoning cloud hugging the sky
Depriving objectivity and life
Standing dead, stories of suffering are replaced by fairy tales
Distorting the reflection even further
Nothing is human
Instead, it’s a monster in human skin
Or is it a human in monster skin?
Voices of the unreliable, cries of the misunderstood echo mercilessly throughout the empty field.
It was our choice
Should the truth be pursued in favor of the safer alternative?
Should the voices of the mentally ill or homeless or the less educated or the wrongfully accused be silenced for our own?
A choice that transforms both a life and a community
But it is faced everyday
In every second, in every minute
In every continent of the world
One is given a choice
Making difficult decisions which results in a big sacrifice.
Choosing between friends, supporters self-proclaimed happiness over a dreadful failure
People are always trying to move on to something better but forgetting about the worst
Like a blank canvas being painted for the first time.
In life we're all just trying to fulfill our purposes and live out our dreams, right or are we trying to lessen the pain of others?
Change or safety?
Or is it a constant battle between heart vs brain?
Passion against reason and Logic
In the end will our wings get wet from the dripping raindrops?
Or will they remain uncharred and white?
A reflection representing a hidden image
What will be staring back?
An angel? A Demon? A Human?
Or something in between?
One can only stare and observe
As the reflection morphs with time.
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