drabbles || may 2014
title: drabbles || may 2014
word count: 343
summary: things i wrote in may when i should have been paying attention in social studies
2/5/14
word count: 71
They say stars are the only constant in life.
Stars come from the past, we see them back to their adolescent years, to their newborn years, to their births. We see them as they were years and centuries and millennia ago.
But stars, like everything else, will eventually die.
If we can’t rely on the stars to stay constant, we can’t rely on anything - or anyone else - to stick around.
13/5/14
word count: 62
we’re too young for a happy ending
the finish line is uncertain
nothing is ever permanent
the end isn’t ever the end
we can’t hope for a happy ending
we hope for a better future
we hope to be happy now
we can’t ever hope for the end
we’re too young for an ending
the end will come when it comes
23/5/14
word count: 210
Cooking for yourself is easy enough. Fewer standards, no one watching, no one waiting. Cooking for two is nerve-wracking and much more difficult - will they like it?
Setting the table is easier. An extra plate, extra cutlery, an extra glass, set out the same way on opposite sides of the table.
Changing the atmosphere is worrying - are candles too much? - and stressful - are flowers okay?
But the feelings subside, just a bit, at the sight of their smile, so bright and full of life. When their smile doesn’t fade, your brain substitutes their words, “Happy anniversary; I love you.” Sitting in front of that table it’s all too familiar and all too painful.
A sad smile crosses your own face at the frozen image placed within the simple wooden frame in front of you. The last picture with their lively smile and bright eyes and miniscule flaws, before the day when their smile faded into a pressed line and their eyes became black with death and the flaws were marred by scars so unsightly that there was no last viewing of the body before the burial and without you even realizing it, your eyes are clouding over with tears you refuse to let fall.
“Happy anniversary; I love you.”
a/n: i really don't like the last one