MelodramaDo you feel that your life is nothing but a mere black and white melodrama? One which revolves around lies, dregs, and love?
You love someone. You cannot forget him. You fervently wish for a day when he can finally look into your eyes and say that he loves you, too. Alas, unrequited love blooms in the twinkle of time. As the morning sun kisses the wounds of ersatz memories, the stars will cry their blackest tears tonight, and the heart no longer grows fonder with each lonely palpitation.
You love no one. You cannot forgive him. You are especially indifferent to him while living in oblivion, self-denial, and half-hearted truths. Alas, true love shines at your bleakest moment. As the flame of love is rekindled once again, the saddest tear will eventually vapourize with evanescent hatred, and the heart no longer grows weaker with each bated breath.
Do you feel that your life is everything but a mere black and white melodrama? One which revolves around hope, light, and love?
Choose Your Smile
She enters the dimly-lit microcosm of her life, with apprehension. A parallel universe, a limbo of charred memories and frozen butterflies. The air smells like vanilla and apples, a wonderful scent. Almost immediately, the green-eyed monster recedes into a dark chamber of her heart. Ennui has departed, and hope begins to bloom from within. Soulful tears roll down her cheeks, akin to fresh dewdrops from a gerbera. This, she wonders aloud, is a place where I can truly call home.
With a swift wave of her hands, well-assorted jars magically appear out of thin air. In each labeled jar, there is a smile. She skims through the floating jars. 'Serene'? Boring. Let's see... How about 'Cherubic'? No, not in the mood for that... 'Tight'? Doesn't suit my visage. 'Wicked'? Been there, done that when I was feeling like a scheming schadenfreude. Lovely. So now what?
A sparkling jar suddenly caught her eye.
What's this? 'Pained'? 'Pained smile'? How awfully oxymo