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"There's a world out there and it's calling my name,"


It was endless, the pain. It would never stop and all she ever wanted was to get away from it. Not only her but them too. Desperate to have adventures when the sky was full of stars, to run away, to leave. They knew very well that you couldn’t just run away from problems but… It felt like they could. There was nothing stopping them, so why wait? Why wait for the pain to finally consume them, burden their souls with even more stress, waste their lives away trying to complete assignments that tore their brains out, why wait to live your life according to what people expect of them when they could just feel adrenaline rushing through their veins, making them feel much more alive than they ever are at the moment.

With bags filled with miscellaneous things that they hold so dear to their heart, countless of clothes and with money enough to live a moment in their bank accounts, the world was ready for them. 

And they ran, the wind cold, the sun setting. The sky, not blue, but pink as it slowly said goodbye to the sun. Their breaths being covered by the wind in their ears. Their sneakers padded against the pavement as fast as their body could take them. It was a lot like flying. Like they were leaving their bodies as their legs took control. Like they were forgetting their problems and worries, and memorizing the feeling of their feet touching and leaving the ground in a split second. 

It was magic. 

The stars looked down at them, watching as the 4 souls ran into the night, never to return to the godforsaken town again. Their laughter filling the void of the night, leaving their pain behind and off to only god knows where. 

It was them against the world and late night adventures became the death of them.
 

"I’m afraid of myself cause I’ve already become a part of you"
It wasn’t a secret that a million thoughts run through his head and walked all over who he is, constantly torn between who he should be, who he wanted to be, who he truly is. 

But it was something he missed in knowing who he is, it was the books he read that brought his mind to infinities, the songs that brought out his soul to see the universe with his own two eyes, the way he walks that often portray who he wanted to be; the mysterious kid you don’t want to mess with. 

You’d feel the pull the moment your eyes met his but he’d push you away the moment you got too close in having a glimpse of the person beneath the layers and walls he put up. 

But for the ones who mattered, the lucky ones who knew him, who read him like an open book if he allows, you’d feel far beyond blessed that a soul like his could fit in a world like yours. 

A soul with his head far in the clouds, he caught on with the name, Sky. 
"hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have"

Beautiful wasn’t enough to fit the picture of one certain soul that brought light upon the ones that are blessed enough to be present in her life. 

You’d understand her in a way you’d fall in love with someone, it started with the littlest things such as the layers of red lipstick she wears, as red as a cherry, a name that stuck onto her, or the music she listens to that awfully mirrors who she is when the doors are closed and the veil of night covers her, or the strength she gave to those in need. 

She’d either be the reason you look forward to wake up to every single day or the one who kept you grounded no matter how desperate you are to seek comfort amongst the stars. 

She’s everything you need before you realize just how much she needs you too. 

She’s the perfect combination of everything beautiful in the world yet ended with tragedy or the rainbow after the storm. 

You choose.


Here's to committing myself to writing an artwork based around the land of misfits.

"Every time I hurt inside but somehow I’ll make it through,"
My oh my. To put this heartbreakingly beautiful soul into words could become a curse. Such a poison as her, could bring death to endless of hearts out there. 
Tidal waves of tsunamis raged on inside of her, a never ending battle between her head and her mind. 
It brought such damage that she could no longer enjoy happiness without fearing it could be taken away at any moment, developing a fear of happiness. 
How deeply pained you are to fear happiness, to make a home out of hollow bones and waves of sadness. 
That’s how she is.

 But never get me wrong, she could outshine the stars instead of begging them to stop the pain, she could bloom so effortlessly instead of burying herself 6 deep under, she could be far more exquisite and beautiful than the whole galaxy if she ever learned how to love and care for herself instead of giving endless amount of love to a boy who took everything of her. 
Leaving a shell of who she used to be, no longer a blush spreading across her cheeks, only the tear stains that left a permanent red glow on her cheeks, nonetheless, earning her nickname, rosy cheeks. 






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