No life has but one tale.
Once upon a time is such a cliché way to start a story but here we are, treading our dreams in a forest of nothing with the stars as our guide and the proud princess reduced to ashes in my hands.
I mean, once upon a time had a nice ring to it when I was younger, but now the tired phrase is almost an insult to the years I have spent trying to pursue that one goal that always slips away. Perhaps my life is a tragedy, and to think it starts any other way is an affront to the choices I've been given.
But I still think there is happiness yet to be seized, to be pursued, and so I begin each tale with a bit of hope. One of these days, my adventures will give promise, I'm sure of it.
Once upon a time is such a cliche way to start a story, but here we are, living in the world of non-existent happily ever afters, a world of overused, fake, I-love-yous. Where everything can, and is, a cold hearted lie. Where people like myself, are waiting to unveil the lies.
Some Light Reading
As my world burned, I sat down on a soft patch of grass amidst its chaos. The citric scent of my steeping Earl Grey pierced through pungent fumes of ashen smoke that clung to everything it touched. The two odors blended together, invading my senses with a turbulent redolence as I turned to the next page of the book that was resting on my lap.
As my world burned, yours rose from the ashes. The smile spread across your face, the same too-wide smile I thought was overflowing with the love you had for me. It was only now that I understood that you could only thrive when I suffered, and that's why your smile grew a little bigger with every heartbreak you gave me.
As my world burned, his grew stronger: every death, every loss, every heat-wrenching scream was just another victory, another opportunity.
So I did the only thing I could.
I left my world behind, and stood, alive but empty, by his side.
"As my world burned... Your shadows danced with my flames. While you looked on amused and did nothing."
"Noted. I don’t expect you wear the scars?"
As my world burned I looked at the match I lit. No one should live if I can’t smile. No one should pass in peace if I can only die in agony.
As my world burned, with my ashen face, I knew that I'd succeeded. And while it hadn't gone EXACTLY as planned, what's the harm in a little chaos ? Improvisation if you will.
As my world burned, I stood, rooted in the flames surrounding me. My skin, seared and singed, turned into nothing more than piles of charred ash. My screams of anguish pierced in my ears, begging for a savior, but all you heard was a whisper of my name.
As my world burned, I knew for a fact that hers would carry on seamlessly, blooming and full of possibilities, full of hope. She wasn’t happy–but she will be. And if that was the price I had to pay for all my transgressions, I would set myself alight once more.