There is this beautiful garden fenced in by tall trees. Some flowers along the sides, a bench in the corner facing the setting sun. The kind of bench in tales. Where you dream to sit with the one you love, staring at the peace lingering in the air. Where leaves are somehow greener than usual and where flowers smell better than most expensive scents of this world. Where birds chirp to compose melodies so soothing that you wish time to stop there for a while. Where grass dances with the wind and tickles your feet. And where we, us together, sit and stare at the sun trying to hide away in the clouds, being brighter that ever. Diffusing warmth inside our hearts. And where our hands touch,meet, as if they were made to be in each others embrace forever.
Perfection find it’s meaning here. May be it’s heaven.
May be it’s a dream.
But then. Something, may be reality, yanks you to life. Or may be it was life itself.
You discern. You realize.
This place. This beautiful place. That felt almost enchanted to you, it’s not special. It’s ordinary. Nothing is perfect here.
You realize, perfection lies only in dreams. And you remember, your dreams were always meant to shatter.
The air, that you imagined holding peace, suffocates you. The leaves are not so green either, they turn black, they wither and fall right in front of your eyes. Birds here don’t sing. They mourn. Flowers smell of burning desires, grass doesn’t dance either. It moans with it’s head down.
The beautiful garden, is not beautiful anymore. Not so perfect. It’s ugly.
The sun, it’s burning everything alive. It always burns. You were wrong to expect warmth from it. You were wrong to expect at all. Expectations are meant to be failed.
Your hands, sitting comfortably in each others embrace, shiver, are pulled apart.
And then you realize, you were all alone there. Always alone. Forever alone. The person you love was never meant to be a part of your dreams.
Your dreams, huh, your dreams. Dreams which were shattered once, so hard and so painfully, that your eyes would quiver with fear before thinking of watching them again. Dreams that once injured your heart and your soul so bad, that blisters there would ooze blood every time you took a breath. Dreams, that you promised yourself never to watch again.
How dare you break that promise? How dare you see a beautiful dream again.
It was meant to be shaken up, broken and shattered. It was meant to hurt you once again.
You realize, doing the forbidden never brings Love. Just tears. And tears are words that need to be written, after all.