Remember when perfection was just an invention of a artist's illusion? Where the definition of free was known as bird's wings? When love stayed true to it's form? Yes I do! You and me lived in a bliss of creative fantasy. We weren't afraid to display our heart's desires. We liked to see life as a blessing from the heavens up above. We didn't miss chances, we made our chances by long lasting time. You and me believed that reality was dead underneath our eyes. We thought where our feet stood and where everybody called home was a place named "A Dream." When we heard the word e-a-r-t-h , we thought it was a name for someones ear. We couldn't imagine why someone would name their ear ? But we just pretend we knew what they were talking about . We did that a lot pretending; we knew what pain was , what death was, what blood was, what tears are, what illness is , what tragic events are, or what goodbye meant. Pretending was so much easier to do than realization of truth. You and me didn't think to have a care in the world. We loved to embrace the fresh experiences. We wouldn't accept the words other said to us. We disobey the law of logical and followed meaningless faulty rules. You and me promised each other that we would always stay together.No matter what, when or where, but that was then.... We were very dull- headed on mastering the understanding of realization. And that very same day we committed a promise, was the day reality grabbed us. We finally endure a tragic event. The tragic event was your unknown illness that caused your death. Which brought tears to my eyes and pain to my soul. It lead us to the sorrow conclusion of what goodbye meant. All that pretending was a deadly cloud to us, there was no truth of dreams. Reality was mocking us in the face the whole time. I guess reality had enough of mocking and got restless of our foolish pretending, because he decided to open our eyes with long lasting pain. So as I cry out your name to life's heavens up above,inside my heart is cursing foul words to life's truth. In the end, I remember to always reminisce our perfect memories and name them our once upon a time. For I know you and me will meet someday again. And we be able to recall when perfection was just an invention of a artist's illusions. Where the definition of free was known as a bird's wings.And where love stayed true to it's form. It was in Our Once Upon A Time memories!
Reminisce Of Once Upon A Time Memories
May 11, 2012