A Perfect Anomaly
They looked at each other.
They looked different. He had never seen someone so pretty. And she, well, she knew it.
Their clothes didn't match. His was unworthy of notice. Hers were graceful, because she was too.
Their shoes didn't match either. He wore something black and dull. She was wearing a flawless red pair.
They had different eye colours. His was coffee stain brown, and hers was sparkling green.
They wanted different things. He wanted his feet on the ground. She wanted to aim for the stars.
They had a million differences. They knew. They never changed. They never had to. Ever. Something somehow kept them going, something grew when the ego died, and erased all doubts and boundaries.
Those were; love, faith and pure madness.
- Asthir
They looked different. He had never seen someone so pretty. And she, well, she knew it.
Their clothes didn't match. His was unworthy of notice. Hers were graceful, because she was too.
Their shoes didn't match either. He wore something black and dull. She was wearing a flawless red pair.
They had different eye colours. His was coffee stain brown, and hers was sparkling green.
They wanted different things. He wanted his feet on the ground. She wanted to aim for the stars.
They had a million differences. They knew. They never changed. They never had to. Ever. Something somehow kept them going, something grew when the ego died, and erased all doubts and boundaries.
Those were; love, faith and pure madness.
- Asthir
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