Flower
her - it was never supposed to happen, it was accidental. me and him...i couldn't hear, he was a traumatized man. he went through countless abuse, however when he smiled, the whole world was coated in sunlight. he was too good for me.
when dreams lulled me to sleep, i imagined his voice, rough but gentle holding my hands as we walked along the shore, waves crashing. in this world i would speak, i could hear, i spoke fluent english, his smile was wider. he called me his flower. oh if only...ariel has always been my favorite disney princess, her story was truly lovely. if only such a villian existed to cure my disease of just being able to hear my beloved.
him - to me she was the lighthouse in my vast dark ocean. she made me cry out of joy, how was i capable of loving such a woman. her beautiful eyes spoke all the words she needed to say. i loved reading her. if only she understood how much i had yearned for her.
when the world got tough, all i do is think of her. her beautiful hair, her gorgeous eyes, her lips. if a Goddess is walking upon earth, it will be her.
the day she died. my heart shattered, completely. she never ended up hearing everything i ever wanted to tell her, i will start forgetting her face and that to me was the biggest torture life could adhere on me. i threw her ashes on the sandy beach. it flew in the wind, i planned this place months ago to write it all in the sand, spilling my guts out.
i floated into the ocean. she was one with the sand, i would be one with water. just like light and dark, sand and water contrasting but never fully touching each other.
















