one night i could not sleep, i got my pillows and my milk. and mother read to me, a story of a girl.
the girl held a papercup filled with happiness, something she'd like to share. along on a road she skipped, with pricks and thorns and many tiny broken glass. what carelessness caused a fall, something that pierced through not just skin, but something vulnerable called the heart. along, she spilled that cup, managed to pick herself up and trudged towards a dense and dark canopy.a sign at the entrance that'd never been seen, scrawled 'misery'. the path was filthy with undesirable tease, toys that tears your skin with reckless decisions, she turned her head, that light of hope was too far beyond reach. the spilled cup, the torn heart an almost forgotten history, buried almost six feet under.

that joyous girl, that someone whose silhouette dances at the back of our head, pirouettes and end with a perfect bow. her repetitive dance skipped through minds and perhaps she was just tired. her soul seeking some serenity, a santuary. a field of bright smiling dandilions, filled with honey smothered roses and sweet butterfly kisses. while absence diminishes the string of hope among cherished hearts.

that girl lost that trace of rainbow behind her, left her friends in a vintage artpiece, dusty yellow canvas of thousand words waiting to spill to her. did she know that behind such fine art, there a message wrote ' we never got tired of loving you, we'll be the bond that keep your heart beating and your smile flowing.'

ive got a bottle and a promise letter sealed with a cork, thrown into sea hoping to find that girl back once again. on the promise letter, a promise ill never break, says ill find the entrace of the light to escape into your life. loving you always, me.