muliesu

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wanderlust

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I promise. I promise i’ll do better.

reality

[muliesu]

IN THE PALE MOONLIGHT

The bewitching crescent moon continued to shine brightly as the illuminated reflections of distant stars reflected off of the surface of the dimmed shallow pond. With vacant surroundings, the only noises heard around this time was the violent wailing of the screeching wind. However, in the far off distance, beyond the quiet undertone of the damp soil beneath everyone’s feet, something could be heard. Something harsher than anything imaginable. The sound of weeping souls. Souls which cried, yelped, and begged for mercy; but just didn’t receive any.

Suddenly, in the distance, footsteps, one after another, could be heard as they slowly gained pace & came ever closer. Kicking up rocks in their path every two or so steps. They then began to wander in a mysterious & diverse pattern of soft taps as if they were lost in the mist. That’s when those very footsteps were revealed, only to belong to a lone child. A short, puny, & obnoxious black haired boy with a messy hairdo strolled across the minimal amount of land that stretched as far as only a large carpet. The child released a sigh of relief as he pummeled to the ground below breathing incredibly heavy, for reasons unknown. Many various people attend to this majestic body of water, the reasoning tends to stay the same no matter how many appear. They all either seek forgiveness for their past wrongdoings & come here to run away or come here to find themselves after & amongst the chaos of the world’s society to be at peace once again. This child couldn’t possibly be any different from the many groups of people who appear with miserable expressions & more. All traveling to this exact body of water to release their sorrows similar to those before them.

wanderlust

[muliesu]

Tender kisses from the lucent night sky. Its somber allure is ever-so enchanted by an elegant ambience. I bask in its endless grace, the snarling wind viciously lacerating my skin; meanwhile, I parade throughout the open field, my amble movements comforted by the gentle whisk of the calm evergreen. Despite that, I continue to meander through unforeseen solid ground.

wanderlust

[muliesu]

The sky is falling. The essence of snow is alluring. Cold and frozen joyous bliss. The sight of a solus snowflake elegantly cascading down below. Plummeting silently with one last minute cry, which is told to be them atlas landing below; therefore reaching their end. Though they refuse for it to be seen as their final resting weep. Not complete solid, but not completely liquid; they are the in-between. The boundary between twain individualities. Constructed with a texture befitting their nature. They crumble under strain, not meant to be held with such might. Nor pushed to their limits. Limits which even they do not know of. However, one day, just one day; as that one person is strolling carelessly, their last day or night, could very well come sooner than expected. That is unless another snowflake is there to join them. The night sky is swarmed by conglomerates of elegantly dimmed stars. All varying in size. The night’s ever-growing abyss staring back at those below. The piercingly frigid atmosphere, accompanied via an echoing ambience which can only be seen as dismal. The sight of a lonely brown, hardwood bench, placed in the center of it all, but on the edge of its longevity. Glowing under a lone street light as if the Holy Grail itself. However, sat atop that lonely bench, under that lone street light, was a small, detached pale boy dressed in a large bumpy brown fur coat which almost appeared to be swallowing him whole, thigh long shorts, and a pair of small brown fur boots. His jet-black hair was particularly short, with almost scissor-like cuts in the front. The coat was so big on the small boy that his arms couldn’t even fit in the sleeves. Shivering, teeth clicking with every jitter, but as he looked above and watched the charming twinkle of the graceful stars in his dripping teary eyes, only one thought could come to mind. “Maybe the night isn’t so bad.", the young boy thought. Well, not in those exact words dumbo; but you get the point. Drowning in his own wonder. Wandering throughout reality at his command. The boy’s face was so red, it could put a tomato to shame, but he didn’t let this fault him. Sniffle after sniffle, the gentle touch of his palms against his biceps almost granting him a form of warmth within his protective shield of a coat. Now numb to the unbearable cold, the boy was lost.

wanderlust

[muliesu]

Your eyes, why do they seem so charming?

reality

[muliesu]

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Love. Why does it all seem so foreign?

[muliesu]

When you listen to my thoughts, what do you see?

reality

[muliesu]

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wanderlust

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wanderlust

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wanderlust

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reality

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reality

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reality

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wanderlust