The young girl dreams of her valiant prince. The young boy wishes for his fair maiden. The young woman hopes to meet her match. The young man desires but a true tender touch. But even as we dream, and we wish, and we hope, and we desire, true love is only as the heavens will have it.
Drop the books, the pens, the paper, the thoughts. Empty the brain of all that had been precious until now. Unleash the glowing voice that had been bound by ink and pulp before. Throw out to the sun the hands that had been stained in tears and lead. Fly until the chains claim the soul again.
Such a fresh young flower, brimming with sweetness and hope. Such a fragile old weed, beyond all sense of reason and beauty. We all reach this fate, we all once were, we all will fade, but only some will leave a glow behind.
I have finally realized what I aspire to be. I have finally realized I will never be what I aspire to be.
Winter Break is just around the corner, the streets are lit with lights and snow. Children await the Christmas father, as frigid wind outside does blow. Take a moment of this festive time, as you sit by the fire, warmth on your skin. Think about the happiness of the past year, and spend the rest of it with your kin.
Want it so bad, but can't get it. Running away, but forced to stay. Killed over and over and over again, for nothing but trying to follow my desires. Don't you dare help me.
I have never believed myself to be worthy to be responsible for a life. If it should come to pass, however, what is it that I should do? Step away or plow forward? Hug her close or push her away? Be as I am or be what my parents wanted?