Creativity641

I wish I was underwater, my thoughts drowned out by silence.

The world above me muted.

The water cooling my skin.

Surrounded by that velvety liquid we call water.

That miracle.

Oh, how I wish I were underwater.

Girls in fairy tales, are always saved.

Why? Why can't they save themselves?

Why does Cinderella have to marry a prince to get out of her stepfamily's grasp?

Why do Sleeping Beauty and Snow White need a prince to wake them?

If anyone ever called me beautiful, I don't know what I'd do..

I'm used to being pretty but not that pretty.

Plain but not ugly.

I've never been called beautiful.

Beautiful is for people who match some standard.

The sky smiles when you laugh and so do I.

Even though we barely know each other, I feel as though I've known you for a million years.

Your laugh.

Your smile.

Everything I've seen and all that I haven't.

People say Sleeping Beauty dreamed of her prince in the hundred years she slept.

But that’s not true, not in the least.

She dreamt of a world where she needed no prince to wake her, where she could wake herself.

You ask who I am.

Honestly, I wonder that too.

Sometimes I'm one thing, other times another.

Sometimes I feel like I'm just shattered glass piecing itself back together.

And then breaking again.