abigail_and_bean

A confusing theory,  luck and fairness are. It's not fair if you're lucky  (to someone else) and to you it's not fair if you're unlucky. Luck means different things to different people.

I like the way she shines

Beaming through the darkness

A spark of hope

Blazing through 

the never ending darkness

of night

She gives me hope for the world

As if saying

"It's okay,

Like stress

Tiredness consumes me

It chokes me in not a painful way

but a worn way

Like a vest

so close

to falling apart

but still has to survive

the following day

Like a foot

In the dusk, winds blow, rustling the tree branches upon the trees. A forest opens into a wide field eventually leading to a small farm in a small town. But this town doesn't show up in this story. At least, not yet.

every day they look themself in the mirror. i should be better. nobody tells them they're great. nobody cares to tell them how amazing they are. they fall asleep crying. they plaster a fake smile in the day. always. happy.