The town

The sunset of my dusty town was eternal; twisting the trees into an inanimate, ghost landscape. The blanket of darkness suffocated the silent, sombre sky and strangled the suburban streets. Nothing was left. The ash from survival hung around in the air choking anyone who dare enter, so eventually desertion fell over the town. The town was isolated; the town was cornered. Callous decay plagued the tenebrous town. Only the bare branches that terrorised the travellers were punctured into the barren earth remained to keep the town company. Sometimes they cried and tears fell formed as coloured leaves staining the ground; remorseful wind swept away the scars and left nothing as evidence for the conflict.

Desolation, isolation crying out for some occupation, holding out for some communication into dusk. But nothing happens. What ever comes will always find some other future in another conventional mother town and doesn’t bother to sneak a peak over their shoulder because they are scared of the dark. But darling, even day is tucked away by the night. The heavenly body of the horison seeks shelter beneath the mountains for fear of colliding with the source of all evil. Silence.

Silence. Howling wind brings with it the pack who settle in the midnight sky and illuminate the atmosphere with its bright, white glow. The darkness lives.

When, from beyond the curtained ceiling an auroral energy observes through the crack and with no monstrous thoughts affecting, ripped apart the shield of shadows. Turning the dark to blaze, exposure befell the soul of the town. This town was free? Walls collapsed. The trembling city fell to its knees. The dehydrated clouds began to weep and weep they began until the liquid washed away marks of destruction. The manacles that clamped the town had been ruptured and the merciless wounds were exposed to an ambience of serenity.

An abundance of colour erupted from the crack in the most radiant veridian green and neptune bluer than the circassian sea. The bleak town was flooded. Guardian colours painted the buildings and stained the roads; the blackout had perished. The forsaken town which was choked by darkness had been released of its hold. Colours burnished the town making it sing at the top of its lungs. The abandoned town heaved. It inhaled a hopeless breath and released hope from the tension. Sanctuary was restored; freedom air flew over like doves and with a hint of fairydust in their beaks, crystallised the supernatural crescent into a brilliantly lit medium of silver.

Gliding from within the damage in the mystical, ultramarine sky glittered with silver stars, on a stream of angelic holiness, floated down a petite being. Chocolate brown eyes smiled and rosy cheeks -as if drawn on with felt tip- glimmered, fully intensified with the healing light that had invaded the town. It smiled a gleaming smile without saying anything and skipped off the silver-lined cloud that had transported it down. Jaunting through the streets, it halted at the entrance to the deepest part of the soul: the forest.

Clapping its hands and twirling around and around, rainbows of light emerged from within the spirit of the presence and burst out into the lifeless jungle. The dyes lit up the cynical woods and contaminated every last ghostly tree; originating from the fingers within the soil and finishing at the hair on top. The magical colours sprinted to heal and restore the natural order. Fuchsia, amethyst, scarlet, aquamarine lept up and smeared itself onto the carcass making sure not to leave a trace. No darkness remained.

The being emerged victorious a gleaming grin crept upon its wonderful face. Not looking back, running through the town, the next destination was a grim cottage hut minute enough to house the being. Cautiously, the wooden door was opened and the delightful fairy pranced into the chestnut haven and never departed.

The spirit of the fairy was enough to break the confinement of tremendous wrath. Destroy almost all the chains of darkness. Deep within the depths in the northern-eastern element of the town, within a white, snowy mountain lay a crystal device that was beating. The frosty covering suspended majestically over the organ of humanity, protecting it from harm. Little did it know: the heart was melting; the heart was screaming; the heart was drowning. There rested, huddled up, my empty ice heart bruised and stitched from the wounds that carved it. There lay the source to the blackness. The black screen which ridiculed this mysterious town was caused by the polluted heart tucked away into a snowflake bed. Examining deeper on the heart, engraved upon it was a four-lettered word.

The name of the fairy.

 

Love?

Some many never experience, others will have. Some don’t believe that such a thing will fall upon them, others it comes when they least expected. What’s so special about it? Why does everything and everyone somehow lead us back to it? Every piece of art, every song that is every written, is about this, and when you say that you don’t believe in it, all eyes are upon you. The joke’s on you. So, what’s so special about it? How does this one simple act of loving someone, change people?

Why is this the only thing that we are allowed to talk about? Why is this the only act that is accepted? If anyone talks about other topics, topics which are rarely talked about, they are shunned and overlooked. Almost as if their opinions have been deleted because they do not follow the norm of the people.

Love turns people into monsters, they can’t see anything beyond that. They can’t see the things that are real. They are trapped in a cage of their own mind which is stopping them from seeing what is really out there. What is really out there? Out there is the truth, and what you’re living right now is nothing but a beautiful lie.

Watch how it all comes crashing onto you in the end. Watch how everyone before you will walk away, but you are too blind to see. Open your eyes and see the world. See the world how it truly is, not through those loving eyes of yours.

Wadz x

Beautiful words

You know what the great thing about blogging is? You can’t see a person. They might think that they are the worst-looking person in the world, but when they sit and type about the things that interest them, their words are beautiful. They are able to see beyond their imperfections and finally start to see the good in the world because other people are reading their words, and not judging based on looks. They read, enjoy, comment and share with others. They converse with others and finally start to become loved and actually feel like they are worth something.

People will appreciate them and appreciate what they do. Love them and love what they do, even though they have not seen them. Care about them and care about what they do, because as soon as you type that post, you are putting a piece of yourself on the internet. People will either take advantage of that, or will value it. If they value it, you carry on writing about whatever interests you. If they take advantage of it, you ignore them and carry on doing what you love.

They power of writing is that you are able to either change the world with it, or destroy everything. It’s your choice to make and your decision will be vital to you and to everyone who cares about you.

Words are so powerful and you can even fall completely in love with someone’s words so much so that you don’t care about what they look like, you like them for the person they are inside all of that skin. I mean, who are we to define beautiful or handsome or even ‘normal‘. What is normal? Normal is whatever you think of it to be.

“Normal is just an illusion, what’s normal to the spider is chaos for the fly.” ~ Charles Addams

This post had no structure or form whatsoever. I love it.

Wadz x

My opinion on love

Love? For me, I do not believe in love. That’s right, I do not believe in love. I don’t believe that someone can be totally obsessed with another person, just for the fact that they love them. I don’t know why and I don’t know how they find the need to live for someone else. If you want to live do it for yourself. No one else is going to come into your body and live your life for you, you are on your own from the day you are born till the day you fall to the earth and never awaken. If people can apparently make a huge impact on your life, then it must be a miracle.

It can lead to so many things that are just pointless wasting your time on. You can trust that person with all your heart and then at the end of the day, they choose someone else over you. Someone who is better looking, has a better personality and can actually have a conversation with another person without it ending in awkward silences. You might say that you will never know unless you have experienced it yourself, but why when there are much better things to do. For example, taking up new hobbies or watching T.V and playing games. Things that are not utter complete waste of your bloody minutes in this life.

You will take the blame for everything and keep saying to yourself that it was YOUR fault that they left and YOUR fault that they chose someone over you. This can be very damaging on your mental health and insanity, especially if you come in contact with this person every day.

You might have so much memories with that person that give you warm, fuzzy feelings every time you think about them. BUT once you start thinking too much all hell breaks loose. You turn into this mush of emotions, some telling you to move the hell on and some reminding you of the relationship you had with that person. You will cry and break down and it will take more than a trip around the world to stop you from thinking about them.

You will always have something that reminds you of them and every time you see that you will think about them. Even if they are wiped off the face of the earth and from all of existence, you will notice a black hole in your life, which can only be filled by them. At this point, you will probably be wishing for someone to punch you in the head and stab your cold, dead beating heart with a spork so that you can no longer feel anything anymore. Sounds like something you would want to waste your time on? I think not.

If you are a total romantic then please don’t take it too personally it is just something that I wanted to rant about because what better thing to do with your life. Thank you for reading this and I hope you have a great day!

Until the next time,

Wadz 😛