Macy Mystique
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The Bridge Between
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. By day, the clouds would mute themselves into simple white. I’ve always loved how much the sky comes to life at night, a metaphor for how many of us live our lives. Walking around like we have no secrets held, smiling at one another, doing our day-to-day activities, but as soon as the lights go out, as soon as darkness comes, what lies beneath the mask we wear, rises to the surface. That, to me, is more beautiful than anything.
By Macy Mystique3 years ago in Humans
A New Path
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. I’ve been dancing between multiple realities for some time now. Potential places, potential partners, potential jobs. The beautiful thing about nothing being decided, is the wide, open door to infinite possibilities. There was a time that I used to cling to having to know everything, what the future holds, but this was an unexciting life that I lived, a depressing one that always lead to disappointment, because as long as I am alive, I cannot know what will happen, unless I live a complete lie. We passed snow topped pine trees, fallen pine cones along the way. Nature has a way of awakening all of my senses, I find it orgasmic really, nature, as it is, so simple, so miraculous. The closer we got to the cabin, the stronger the urge became to hold his hand, to lean into him from the other side of the car, but I resisted. I didn’t know what his reaction would be, after all, we have been just friends, I mean, we just recently met, and I’m practicing not moving so fast with others.
By Macy Mystique3 years ago in Fiction
New World
What is my place in this world? A question I’m uncertain I’ll ever have a final answer to “I just want to belong, somewhere, anywhere. How can I feel a sense of belonging when all I’ve known how to do since I can remember is change the tune to my song, over again, craving for somebody to know me, but never still enough to be known.”
By Macy Mystique4 years ago in Poets
