Bruises

thïrtëën

There is a fuel in us which needs to be ignited with sparks.

•johann gottfried von herder•

If he was the light, then I was most definitely the darkness.

I just hope I wouldn't put out his flame, his excitable sparks and I hoped I wouldn't put out the twinkle in his eyes.

I hoped I wouldn't have an effect on him.

But then I did, because I wanted to be noticed, I wanted to be loved and cared for and I wanted someone wondering where I was if I suddenly disappeared.

I was selfish.

I couldn't expect anyone, let alone someone as bright as him, to do that.

But now I can see past the face so alike to my brother's, and what I saw was pure and light and carefree.

So carefree.

I hoped that maybe his sparks, his brightness, would light up my darkness and unveil something beautiful inside of me, something unseen and unknown.

I was so selfish.

I had problems, and I wished they would go away and leave me with the boy with the smile and the twinkling eyes.

I wished so hard, every day, that light would wash out my darkness.

Maybe, just maybe, he would be that light.

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Ohhhh deep, hey munchkins?? comment your thoughts below

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