Everlasting

I was feeling very whole this day, and to be honest, that's all I can tell you. I went on a writing frenzy and came out with a lot of pieces when I wrote this. I may not have gone through the exact senerio, but I relate to the character.

Everlasting

 

 

 

 

 

I held the weed in my hand, examining it's lost beauty. The petals which wilted resembled the death of our love; our once was; our never-to-resurface-again. But somehow I felt no pain.

 

 

Life moved like the wind of a hurricane after you left. Each memory left as just a vacant blur of nothingness. There was no time to feel nor fill the empty space in my gut.. no time to heal the wound in my heart.

 

They were left and life moved on without me. I was lost on the outskirts of the world; life in general; and no one bothered to pull me back into the flow. The water grew deeper, pulling me under, taking everything I had left.

I had hit rock bottom, yet I still felt the tug. It's as if the bottom weren't enough. That's when the pain began. It was like my heart was calling out for reconciliation. Thumping through my chest, sporting itself on my sleeve, to make a mockery of what they already knew.

My stomach began to twist and turn and tumble. Shredding every ounce of lifelessness I had left; it tore me apart, wanting nothing but to see my agony.

And I began to miss you.. I began to want you. The memory was vague, but I could see your porcelain face as clear as ever. You haunted my dreams; you created my nightmares.. and it was clear to me you weren't going to return to me.

Your dying flower was all I could hold onto. It continued to wilt as each day passed. It would break apart, growing hard until finally there was nothing left. There was nothing left to hold onto and my hope was failing.

It was as if I had a little cloud following over me, pouring down, drenching my face, washing over me and adding to the tears. I would try to ask 'why does it always rain on me?', but there was no use; it was now just expected. Constant showers, a daily routine..

....until today that is....

Today the rain stopped. At first I thought nothing of it, but then the sun came out. The outside world was lighting up and even I noticed the difference. The clouds parted, letting in the glorious light; and hope seemed possible if not probable.

I took a risk by stepping outside and to my amazement I saw an angel. He glowed and beckoned me towards him. Once I got a look at his face, I realized it was you. I was unable to speak; unable to breathe, think, or hardly remain standing. I didn't know what to do. Was I supposed to hate you? I couldn't, wouldn't dare.

You were like the sun on the first day of summer. Bright and warm, shinning happiness down on my heart with every ray. Every shadow you helped cast gathered up my fears and mistakes and hid them away, allowing me a day of relaxation. A day of realization that you're the only thing I need... want... or could possibly hope for. A day proving that your beauty was that of a unmistakable bloom. The flower you left me restored, coloring every garden in your presence. This was a day... the day, our love was shown to be eternal.. and forever.. healable.. and alive.. and without a doubt everlasting.

Reviews

[Wildecat]

Wow this is superb writing, I too liked the way this was written. Well done.

[Charisma Moonfairy]

Beautiful, I loved the way that you wrote this.