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A tear slips from her eye,
Silver and wistful.
I yearn for the words of comfort,
But am saddened to find none.
Yet I wipe it quickly
Using one lone fingertip
And she looks up, her mouth asking a question,
A question that makes me smile not for happiness
For the familiar grief clutched its way at my soul,
For the familiar presence of nothingness.
"You too?"
For a moment I do not speak.
There are no words to describe…
The remorse I am feeling….
So I just nod and attempt with my
Lacking words.
"Yes."
Then I pause.
"Welcome."
I see what I confirm to be confusion dance briefly across her eyes,
Only to fade to black…
Or was it white? I couldn't tell.
"Pardon me?"
I shake my head with a scolding sort of patience.
"Silly me.
You don't know, do you?
The places I have been.
The places have seen.
The places I know.
The place I finally found…"
At this I smile.
"The place which I belonged."
I proceed to look at her with unbearably dry eyes.
"The place which you, too, belong."
Sometimes you get used to the sorrow.
And sometimes you get used to the tears.
But other times it's difficult.
And after all these years…
I wipe my eyes.
"I don't…"
Her voice fades into the silent noise all around us,
Catching and tripping over words here and there.
"I don't know what you mean…"
I hold out my hand
She hesitantly hangs on
So I drag her along the rainbow-colored hallways,
Crayons melted together, strewn across the walls,
But the colors are fading
As we continue down this demented hallway.
(I know I should have expected this,
But I am only human.
Human enough to have timid hope about the colors
Our colors-
My colors.
Yet again, I am let down
Like so many times before.)
I can fear her tension, and her eyes widen
At the sight of the blue
Yes, the blue.
Only blue paints the walls.
The color of saltwater; the color of tears.
The colors all die into a grey,
And then there's the blue-
Only blue-
The color of tears.
We really are 'colorful people, aren't we?'
I think bitterly to myself.
I have to shake the thought away, and swallow.
"I welcome you,"
I begin with fluttering eyelids,
eventually evaporating into nothingness.
Nothing more than closed eyes
And unhappiness
That no-one sees.
"To the alliance of Mismatched Hearts."