I promise he said. how easilly promises are broken. how easily some are kept.
i promise i’m telling the truth. i promise you’ll be okay. i promise never to let you fall.
so easy to break
so easy to keep
and then if they’re kept, they are the best things in life.
if broken, a door to bitterness.
This time, he was determined to win. Eyes locked, mouths set into grim lines. He wouldn’t blink. Not again. He would prove that he was indeed the manliest of them all! Forget that his eyes were watering, begging to be shut. He vaguely wondered if he could lick his eyeballs like a lizard. He tried it. No dice.
there are methods to her madness. Though her eyes swirl with the psychosis that would be their downfall, her brain still whirrs and clicks like a logic machine. Behind the frightening facade is a calm, cool brain, a mind clever enough to kill them all.
it was broadcast everywhere. the terrible, terrible voice, bearing awful news. war, it said, and she could picture the small moustache quivering with anger as he proclaimed this death sentence. she could see the rigid armed saluted of hundreds of murderous faces, and hundreds of black hearts shriveling slowly.
it’s the simple things in life that surprise her the most. everytime, the fact that her slippers are really quite warm as she gets out of bed. every time, how good a piece of crispy toast can taste when smothered in butter. Simple roads, stretching into destinations upon destinations. simple minds, boggling at the universe. simple. it’s just so simple.
Higher and higher, the red ballon rises.
the sinner sins, the miser mises
our petty trouble, so far away
from the red ballon
looks down upon our foolish ways
looks down upon our foolish days.
shakes it’s sage read head
and higher and higher it goes
Together, they are one. It takes both to make a whole. This is not how it should be, they think, but they are wrong. This is exactly how it should be. One and One is One. A whole. Happy. Together. Both of them. this is what makes them true. this is what we remember. they are one story, together. both of them.
THey were both young. Yound, just saplings set in frosted ground, destined to grow, or destined to die. They were both precocious. Such potential in there young minds so full of pure lust, lust for life, lust for knowledge, lust for eachother. This is their youth.