EternalIllusionist

Cut the city lights and watch heaven's stars shine Stop running around the world and just stand in time When you lose your flame, go back to the spark Just keep on illuminating in this massive dark The path can quake under your feet But don't stray afar Just hold the beat And never lose of who you are Don't shut your eyes Because you won't get the chance to find That as you search for your heart I won't hesitate to give you mine.

"Sometimes the horizon looks like a silver flame, dipping into another world. What do you think is beyond the sunset, Lily?" My first mental response was condescending, for I knew the factual reason. Though with Will, his words never ceased to captivate you in a reverie. "Come on. You always say that. Don't you know the answer by now?" I allowed myself a single glance to my best friend, just as the remaining sparks of day lit his skin. He was beautiful, almost abnormally. Even at seven, I validated that. "Actually, I still don't. Your science won't do the trick, either. Honestly, Lily, you have no imagination," Will commented disapproving

As the earth began to tilt on its axis, the seasons transitioned from one end to the other. Elena, a young child, gazed at the beauty outside of her bedroom window. She had never seen such thing in her ten years of life. Not minding the hour, Elena observed at how the landscape resembled an explosion of dawn and dusk; it all looked like the four seasons colliding into this one moment. Elena's nutmeg eyes twinkled against the transparent window. "I'm going to draw this," she murmured to her own flushed ears. Already countless images formed in her fresh mind. Overhead, steely cotton balls traveled from the east. Elena did not notice this

Sometimes, when I look at him, I see the eternal partner that belongs to my soul. Other moments, I see the threat that is determined to sever us. Just as much as I love him, I plead my heart to despise him in the same amount or more. It refuses to listen at all; and lately, I've haven't been as well. "It hurts." With all the strength I can forge, I try not to cry. Mama is right about how sensitive my emotions are. This, though, did inflict the wholes of my body and the fabric of my feelings. "This is getting out of hand,  Nate. Ouch, that hurts." "Sorry," he murmured and glanced up at my pained expression. Papa lost his temper again, whic