I love the look of snow. I live the aesthetic of the white "fluff" against the darker color of the trees and buildings. It's the closest any one who sees in color can get to black and white. It makes think if Winter were a person, they'd be a very straightforward, introverted type of person. They'd be the type to sit and read in the comforts of their own home. They're cozy, but also very business. It is so different to it's counterpart, Summer.

Summer is hot and firey. It is filled with brilliant, vibrant colors. If Summer were a person, I'd describe them as confrontational and headstrong. They'd be the adventurous person who might get themselves into trouble. They'd be explosive and happy.

I find it so intriguing how the seasons are the direct opposites of each other.

Autumn contrasts so beautifully to Spring. They'd be the type to sit and watch as Winter and Summer argue, considering that Winter and Summer are so drastically different. The contrasts between Autumn to Spring would be the reason behind their friendship. The former, with darker reds, oranges, and browns, is reminiscent of warm coffees and teas. The latter, with their pastel pinks, oranges, greens, blues and yellows, makes one think of buds, blossoms and sweet lemonade. While leaves might fall in Autumn's time, Spring brings the leaves back. It's hard not to view them as a couple. Autumn picks the petals off the flowers and the leaves off the trees, playing the "they love me, they love me not" game, all while Spring is able to pick them up and put them back.

Autumn reminds me of the quiet poet or the aspiring artist. They're always eager to learn more, and they love spending time with people. I'd describe Autumn as the quiet observer, slightly lost in their own world.

Spring on the other hand is vibrant, though not as vibrant as Summer. They're gentle type of adventurous. They love to explore new things, but are also the type to go at the pace of others around them. They're gentle and sweet. I'd describe them as an empath who seeks to help others.

I would wake up first thing in the morning to see my lover's face next to mine. A beautiful person they are, with all their perfect imperfections. The sun would shine in through the window of our apartment, giving their tousled bed hair a warm glow. The white sheets would be tucked in so very delicately around their face. I'd smile because today, of all days they'd mine and mine alone, and of all days I'd be their's and their's alone. While not wanting to disturb their morning slumber, I'd still reach over and place my hand on their cheek. It'd be warm compared to my cold hands; soft skin under calloused hands. Their subtle snore would hitch, causing them to stir, and they're eyes would flutter open to look into mine.

"Good morning," they'd say with a smile. I, smile growing wider than before, would respond with a similar "good morning." They, not want to get out of bed, would snuggle closer and try to go back to sleep. A small giggle escaping my lips, I'd ask if they wanted waffles.

In the kitchen, the coffee'd be brewing the eggs would be sizzling. I'd be preparing the waffles and my love would come up behind me, wrap their arms around my waist. Head buried in my neck they'd whisper against my skin, "Happy Valentine's Day." I'd halt my work on the waffles and turn around to face them, "Happy Valentine's Day, my love." With that, I'd kiss them sweetly on their lips.

"After breakfast, what do you want to do?" They'd ask. Biting my lip I'd say,

"I think what we should do is go to the grocery store, get a bunch of chocolate and snacks, some wine, a few ingredients needed for a lovely dinner. Maybe, just maybe, on the way home, we can pick up a few spicy, little pieces of fabric. After that, maybe watch a few good movies, cuddled up on the couch or go on a nice walk? What do you say to that, Love?

"Hm." They'd jokingly ponder for a bit, "How spicy would those little pieces of fabric be?"

I'd laugh and say, "I'll let you pick them out."

"As long as they look good on the floor, anything will do, my love." They'd drop their head into my neck, leaving kiss marks here and there. I'd giggle and say, "Save that for dessert, you. The waffles are going to burn. With that, we'd eat our breakfast and continue on and make our Valentine's Day a happy one.

After writing all of that, I feel so extremely single it hurts. I'm going to go ahead and enjoy a nice warm cup of loneliness as well as steaming hot bowl of "envy of all the couples around me." I'll top it off with the 50% off chocolae from the grocery store tomorrow.

#loneliness #valentinesday #soalone

Once upon a time, there was a princess who lived in a large castle. While there was no person in sight, she was not lonely, for the castle was guarded by an enormous and terrifying dragon. When people saw the dragon, in fright, they would turn around and run away, but not the princess. She adored the dragon. Every day, they would talk, play games, and eat large bountiful meals together. Anyone who looked closely could see they were the greatest of friends.

Of course, they both had one common dread which was the day the princess would be taken away by a knight who would battle the dragon to the death. They did not try to think of it though. Instead, they enjoyed the long days they spent in the sun. They flew through the skies, and across the meadows surrounding the castle as they laughed.

One night, after a long day of fun, the princess was laying in bed and pondering as one does. She tossed and she turned, trying to rest but the same thought consumed her mind. Why couldn’t the dragon just fly away? Why could they not just leave this place and never face the fate which awaited them. She decided to ask the dragon these questions tomorrow, then she cleared her mind and fell fast asleep.

The next morning, the princess rose from her bed and walked over to the window where she always said good morning to her dragon. She scanned the skies and looked for the massive, winged creature, but she could not find him. As she opened her mouth to call out to the dragon, she saw a dark figure riding a sleek black horse. The figure had a wielded a long sword which glistened in the morning sun. The princess’s breath hitched in her throat when she realized, the figure in question was a knight, here to rescue her from the castle. She opened her mouth again and desperately called out for her dragon. Hopefully, he would hear her, and they could quickly fly away.

“Dragon! Dragon! Where are you?” She called, yet he did not come. Suddenly, she saw a shadow move quickly across the land. She looked up towards its source and saw the dragon swoop down to meet the knight in battle. The knights horse reared in fear of the dragon, yet its rider did not waver. Instead, he pressed forward to fight the dragon. The princess watched in horror as her dragon evaded the shining sword, ready to draw first blood. Claws clashed with steel and the battle for the princess had begun.

The princess could barely look away, but she knew she had to try and get her dragon. The had to fly away together before it was too late. With some hesitation, she moved away from her window and yanked the door of her tower open. She quickly flew down the stairs into the great hall where awaited the massive arched door of the castle. When she reached the wooden door, she grabbed the handle and pulled with all her strength, trying to open it. She grunted and groaned as she struggled to open it. Finally, it budged, and she was able to make a large enough crack to get through the entry way.

As soon as she was outside, the princess broke into a run, rushing towards the fight. “Dragon!” She called out, her feet tangling in the tall grass as she dashed towards him. He didn’t hear her. She called again, practically screaming, hoping he would hear her, “Dragon!” The enormous creature finally looked her way. He realized what she was doing and how close she was to the fight.

“Go back, Princess! It’s dangerous.” He bellowed. As the dragon was distracted, the knight saw his opportunity and reared his sword back, thrusting it in between the scales on the dragon’s chest. The princess shocked at what she’d just witnessed froze and watch her dragon roar in pain. The knight pulled the sword back out and thrust it in again, piercing through the dragon’s flesh. The dragon, screaming in pain fell to the ground.

The princess could feel the tears rushing down her face as she finally unfroze. Faster than the before, she ran toward the dragon. Her foot caught on hole hidden by the grass and fell, hearing a snap. Pain erupted from her ankle and she screamed, yet she continued to crawl toward her dragon.

The dragon peered over at her, while his blood poured out onto the grass. He could feel his heart slow and his breathing grow shallow. He knew this was the last time he’d see her, so he took her in. He watched her tears fall down her face and golden hair tangled into the weeds. The dragon remembered the all the moments they’d spent together, gazing at the stars or playing hide and seek in the woods. He remembered all the food they enjoyed together and the stories he’d tell her. He remembered everything as he watched her try and in closer to him.

The princess continued to crawl toward him, hoping she could help him, hoping they could still fly away together. Hot tears ran down her face as sobs hitched in her throat. Suddenly she felt an arm wrap around her waist and pull her off the ground.

“There is no need to cry now, my princess. I have slain the dragon and rescued you. There’s nothing to fear.” Said a triumphant booming voice. She cried in pain as she was placed on the saddle of jet-black steed. The princess attempted to fight her way off the horse. She tried to break free from her villain’s grasp. She tried to reach for her dragon, but all to no avail. She knew couldn’t get to him. Finally finding her voice she screamed, “Why didn’t you fly away?! You could have escaped? Why?” With that, the dragon looked at his little princess with great sadness and smiled. The knight kicked the steed into a gallop and the stole away across the broad meadow where the dragon had fallen. The dragon watched the princess and the knight ride away into the woods. Feeling his heart beat on last time, the dragon too one last breath and fell into an eternal sleep.

#sad #fairytale #tragedy #heartbreak #princessandthedragon

I don't care if I am seen or even heard. My existence is equivilant to happy little wallflower who likes to observe. I formulate thoughts. Sometimes the thoughts become piled up and get to loud. I write because it's an outlet. I don't care if I'm good or not, I just want to get the thoughts out of my head. What is wrong with that? It's called a hobby. It's enjoyable. It's fun. It's recommended. If one wishes to call another out on being idle enough to respond to a challeng like this, then wouldn't the challenger be just as idle? Does one have anything else to do other than try to ruin the enjoyment of others?