It doesn't matter how different you are from the rest, you are born to define greatness. You might feel like an outcast but like the arrow, fight against the dark night and rise to greatness in you flames of victory.
Don't end it in a moment of desperation because life os so much more than what you think it is. There is very little poetic beauty and it doesn't have any accepted writing styles. But the message it conveys is of paramount importance. Don't end your life in a moment of doubt because it's not worth it.
Like the bright blue of the clear sky Shining softly, Wearing a cloak of the happy Azure The blue, which is the color of the peaceful sky The sky which is vast, beyond your reach So is she . . . She's a sapphire Sparkling in the void's dark Eyes a perfect mirror You see what you want to see But a gem's just to adore Your pretty jewel box, isn't it? . . . The ocean waves Epitome of the calm, Harbingers of devastation The beautiful teal, The magnificent oceanic blue Harboring a thousand lives, in itself . . . With the dusk, the navy descends A windy night of calm A restless kind of peace A soft whisper in your ears Stealthily, stealing your breath And a cold fire to freeze your heart . . . The midnight being Darker than black Emptier than the nothingness Silent like the grave She kills slowly, taking her time The venom of the midnight sky
It was maybe five in the evening. Streaks of saffron covered the sky. I could see the silver crescent right ahead of me. No clouds in sight, it really was a day for a visit to the ruins. I was tired from the day long excursion. But at peace. What better way to spend a December weekend?
"Papa!! How could people make such perfect squares so long ago? And how can anyone live here? There are no walls!"
A tiny little girl was walking along the other side of the road, holding the hand of her papa. An even more tiny kid was trying to hold her unoccupied hand but she just swatted away his hand. Her mom then picked up the boy in her arms while he pursed his lips and tried not to cry.
"The walls have been burned down.. .. Our country has a long, long legacy you know? We had great great buildings, like the ones we saw at the museum, remember?"
The girl's eyes lit up. "Yeaaaah, I saw those!! They were so beautiful! Only so tiny."
Her father picked her up and said "Yes because they're just models"
"Papa knows everything!" Her sparkling eyes looked even more magnificent in the dusk.
Someone nudged me from behind. Apparently I had stopped walking. "Auntie, why are you standing in the middle of the path? Are you okay?? Why are you crying??"