Gym

A Story by FaeryQueen

P.O.V

...and my whole perspective changed of her, because right at that moment, I was no longer a twelfth grader, I was no longer a scared girl, hiding from the world, at that moment, I was a pencil, sharpened and hot to the tip, a knife, keen and ready for new entities to dissect and analyse, at that moment, I wasn't human: but a vague concept of the world.

An idea, that wasn't used in the right way, a scattered fragment of a hope that lost its wings while trying to fly, I never knew my lenses would change, but at this very moment, it did.

A mother, she who raised me, a mother, she who taught me the way, a mother, in all her beauty and prosperity and luck, a mother, a human being, in a world where winter is our king and ruler.

She taught me as any maternal instinct would, how to act, speak, walk. She, the one whose name I now call out to the wind, it echoing forever into eternity.

Maybe, I thought, as I began to sit down on the ground, my rear inches away from leveling, maybe now, as an almost girl, I'd be able to speak to her all my minds' words. The words that have burned in the lava where all stale words go.

My heavy atmosphere may become not so heavy once I tell her, but after a while, the over saturated lies that I've been telling myself may have already seeped its way into the world. But then again, My mother would know what to do.

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...my friends, we've been here for 3 years now, embarking upon our final steps to victory together is a blessing. All my life, my heart beated, its always have, but now, as I sit here and look around, I smile on the inside, knowing a little secret that you do not. You see, you've all had your negativity, the lies that have been told to you, the unmistakable scent of a bad day, or perhaps, tears that you've cried. Running a mile in your own shoes have taught you all to be strong, independent, hard working, patient, arrogant, as well as others. Never mind, however difficult your life may be, take heed of others around you at this very moment. Try, for a very minimal, to grasp what stories are there around you. Do not avoid or ignore a friend who may have been sent there to help you in your time of need. Love the ones you are lucky to have, because it could all collapse in a heap around your feet in an instant. Loving is easy, losing, on the contrary, is something we all have to cope with, unfortunately. But on the brighter side, perhaps, we can all cope as one unit.

Maybe someday, not today, although I would like for it to be soon, we can all come together and share what's on our minds.

My mind, however, is not as simplistic as you might think, a maze inside a maze inside a maze. I, very much so, would like to share my love, life and laughter, as would you, I'm sure, but right now, sitting here, on my floor spot, knowing you all have admiration for each other, yet still doing what you do, makes me think about the whole world.

Expressions are hard to express. We've all been through that. I have been through that, I KNOW WHAT THAT'S LIKE. My sister is a HUGE part of my life, I love her to the tiniest piece I can possible make with an origami cat.

She is my rock, although she is younger than me, most times, she acts the oldest. She loves me, I love her, we both have affection radiating out of us, but at times, that radiation turns into something else. Something I can't quite put my fingers upon. What was once love, now turns to aggression, and suddenly I can't remember why, but something inside me changes, and with it, the world plays a different note on that flute, the never ending flute that, one day, will stop, and when that happens, we'll all have [hopefully] settled our differences.

My life-long best friend once said that if you believe in something hard enough, Hope will find a way... and what did Pandora see at the bottom of her box, once all the evils have dispersed out into the world, what did she find, lurking inside, but a tiny voice, croaking out, "Open the box, I am Hope, I will save your people". What did Pandora do next? Despite discovering her curiosity created a monstrosity, she also realized it was that same curiosity that saved her AND her people.

Inside that box, amidst all the terrors lurking inside, what was there? Hope.

One day, we will find that Hope, and when we do, we can restore the world to what it once was, a field of green and not a field of bodies, lain on the floor, lost in battle.

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...she taught me how to be free, how to be the me I never knew how to be. She loves me, and my love for her is overrated, a cliche thing that everyone is saying that it's not.

Love sometimes has its bad days, sometimes it runs around in circles until its all tired out, or maybe Love decides to sleep, to take a nice, well-deserved rest, or maybe love hits a wall, its flesh rotting away to form a new Love; this love, stronger, durable.

My love does differently, acts a stranger, more abnormal way. My love has insomnia, meaning I can't stop loving. To some, this may be an outcome of positivity or negativity. However the perspective, to me, my love is special. The love I give, and the love I get, especially the latter.

At this moment in time, October 22th, 2015, 7:07:12pm, I wish you all a very safe journey, wherever you may be headed: up, down, north, south, east, west, left, right, the north star, Acme Acres, Avalon, Camelot, Ponyville, wherever it may be: have a safe journey, as will I.