I'll forget you.
I'll forget everything.
I'll forget my life.
I'll forget my friends.
I'll forget.

She forgot.

This was not a normal day.
Thus far, I have only reached a limit of..
12 yards from my house.
He was on the tree.
But he looked different.
I knew he loved colours,
But this colour had been the most important colour of all the ones he turned each week. He had not turned this colour yet.
He was purple.
This resembled his ambition, his wisdom, and his creativity.
This colour was his own.
He was not going to change.
This was going to be his colour forever.
I knew he would find himself.
The purple cardinal

It was Sunday.
Naturally she had gone into Church,
But none sat.
None stood.
None were present in the building with her.
The music played a peaceful melody,
Sad, but she had been inspired.
The music played until it was unbearable.
She burst out into tears.
She wept into the corner.

“What’s wrong?” They asked.

She woke up.

Monday, there is cold and darkness.
Tuesday, there is fire and flames.
Wednesday, there is a peaceful tone, and a massive wave.
Thursday, there is a life-consuming melody. A siren.
Friday, there is a old house, only few have noticed on the side of the road.
Saturday, there is a young girl in a garden, by the old house. Quietly humming.
Sunday, there is a young boy, he sits on the beach next to the garden, and watches the massive waves.

"I missed you" She said.

"I missed you too." He said.

"But finally, we've reached the same day." She replied.

"And finally. We'll never leave each other."

The garden fence seperated the ocean and the garden, but that did not stop the two. She reached over, exiting her own world, into his. They both listened to the peaceful siren together.

Near and far.
Away and closer than you think.
You creep through the woods.
Not knowing yet a thing of where you are.
You are lost.
You find yourself sobbing.
"Hello"
You whisper in your own ear.
"Goodbye"
She whispers back.

A peaceful melody,
chimed through her ears.
She lifted her body,
and looked inside of herself.
"I am not but merely disappointed"
She whispered to someone,
yet of friendship.
She rang the chimes.
"Prepare a new body for her."
She told the someone,
"This one doesn't quite..fit."