My heart leads, but my mind does not always follow.
My mind knows, but my heart does not always agree.
I care about them. If we have history, there is a higher chance of me not having the ability to let go.
I know what happened in the past creates a higher chance of reliving what put me through so much pain.
This is my dream. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.
There is more to think about, and you can’t always be selfish.
They should try to understand for me. They don’t know what it’s like being me!
But I’m not trying to put myself in their position either. I should think with a calm mind, not an emotional one.
There are different types of people. I tends to be the one whose heart leads. My friend tends to be the one whose mind has overwriting power. Despite our differences, we are similar as well…and we all have so much to learn from one another.
I have this vision…of you and I. Of happiness. Of this fairytale. Of that moment it all comes true.
It is a place of beauty. Of frozen time. Of everlasting memories as everything comes to unite as one.
It is a moment of no regrets. Of no countless doubts. Of no wishes upon the stars that couldn’t ever come true.
I have this vision…for me and you. But I know it will never come true…
Corners black and lighten to a white light in the middle.
A girl sands in the corner, hair covering her eyes, dark and bold.
She stands over a desk, lost in her own world
as she works on yet another project.
Around her, the walls are not bare.
They are white, painted with simple designs of curves, swirls and lines.
They hold countless of her own masterpieces; photos
of nature, her friends, her family, and even her empty studio when it was first bought.
It was a place of her dreams. It was a place she poured her heart out
onto the empty canvases and into her photographs.
It was a place she took much pride in and cared for unlike no other.
It was a place she always dreamed of, every since she was a young girl.
And now that it was reality, she couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.
For starters, I would like to point out that I will take this a different path then the prompt may say.
Take a chance on me.
I know I can be hard to handle. I know I can be too emotional and a little bit insane.
I know I can be nosy. I know I can be stubborn as heck and hard to understand.
I know I can be conflicted with myself at times. I know I can be a hypocrite who just doesn’t know how to live life.
I know I can start up drama. I know I can set a fire to burn and trap a million people inside.
I know I am a danger to some hearts and feelings. I know I can be harmful to those who don’t quite understand. But…take a chance.
I can also be very lovable. I can be generous and kind.
I can be sensitive but that’s only because I care. I can be emotional because sometimes I’m just a little too much ‘there’.
I can be nosy because I want to know how I can help. I can hard to understand, but that’s only if you don’t take out the time.
I can start up drama but…well…who doesn’t at some point in time?
Everyone can be many things. There is always something more within. There might be a fire burning on the outside while there is an ice block hiding within.
Covers hide many things, and people are constantly surprised that what you see might not match what is lurking inside.
Take a Chance on Me
Prompt: When the full moon happens, you turn into a person who’s the opposite of who you normally are. Describe this new you.
I would be the same person I am, basically.
I already have a part of me that is the opposite of the other.
1: I can be super energetic, friendly, outgoing, hyper, etc.
2: I can be antisocial, cold, isolated, closed off, etc.
1: I can be quick to figure things out
2: I can be super annoyingly slow at noticing the simplest things
1: I can be productive, an honor student, etc.
2: I can be procrastinating for hours, not getting anything done, etc.
1: I can mean no harm, watch out for people, etc.
2: I can only want to do harm, put people in harms way, etc.
I’m already an exact opposite of myself. I don’t think I need a full moon to bring the other side of me out either. It just depends on which side someone brings out of me and how someone treats me.
“Let him go!” I ordered one last time.
The man’s devilish smile grew as he held the knife to Vince’s throat, “Or what?”
My fists were clenched by my sides. I knew they were white as snow. I also knew they were bleeding, my nails digging into my skin deeply.
“Just go!” Vince yelled, getting the knife closer to his veins.
“I won’t leave you. You know that.” I growled back.
I felt power run through my arms, my legs, my body. I knew I could do something. I knew this man was bluffing.
Feeling a bit more gutsy, I sprinted forward and kicked the knife out of the man’s hand. Vince’s eyes widened as he glanced back at me only to get pushed forward. I felt the knife’s blade down my arm. Then, something cold against my head.
One arm in the hand of the man. Other arm with a line of blood running down to my fingertips. A cold piece of metal held to my skull.
Why had I never noticed he had a gun on him?!
Suddenly I felt helpless…
“Did you really think it would be that easy?” His voice echoed in my head.
“I’m a simple girl.”
“You lied. You aren’t simple at all.”
“Maybe I’m not. But if I said that, would you have stayed around to figure me out?”