The hourglass runs out of sand,
So I flip it and watch the sand fall like liquid again.

Time brings order
To the wretched chaos of our universe.
It coats all things with a thick film
And paints life onto blank canvases.
Such a beautiful little thing, time is.

Dandelion hours float away on the wind,
And the everlasting cycle of time
Brings all things to their inevitable death
With breathtaking, morbid beauty.

Sitting is this lonely building,
The quiet emptiness around me echoes
With the lost sounds of playing children.
Its halls bustle with the ghosts
Of long forgotten residents.

The creeping darkness that surrounds me
Shuts everything out.
I sit in the corner of the room with my torch
And read an old book that I found on the shelf,
Worn from years of hands turning pages
And yellow from age.

As I sit here in the blissful nothingness,
I wish for nothing other
Than to be in my quiet solitude
For the rest of time itself.

This burning nightmare never fades,
But with each step I take
A little part is pulled away,
Like a paper sheet being torn into pieces,
And a small part of an image that resides behind that paper is revealed.

Behind the burning paper world,
There is another
Made of beauty and light.
I stop so I can take in this new place
and I look around in wonder,
Oblivious to the remaining pieces of paper
Still burning behind me.

As I close my eyes and breathe in the soft,
Smoke-free air,
The heat grows again and to my uttermost dismay,
I open my eyes to the light filled world being set on fire
By those burning shreds that lay behind me.

The screaming earth shakes my bones
And deafens me with the vibrations of its pitiful death.
Heat courses through my body as the fire reaches me
And pain flourishes over my skin,
The fire that is causing it dancing with deadly beauty beneath me.

As I fall to my knees in agony,
I see the residents of this once beautiful world
Screaming in pain as they burn.
My vision blurs,
I don't know whether from tears or smoke,
And everything goes black.

Shooting up in bed,
I touch my hand to my cheek,
Which is soaked with tears.
With the echoes of their screams still ringing in my ears,
I lay my head back onto my tear stained pillow
And shut my eyes in another futile attempt
To enter a better world.

If grass was a girl,
She'd be so beautiful
That words wouldn't justify her.
They would have to be unwoven and recreated
For them to fit her.

She would shine and grow in the light,
But feel all of the pain in the world
When in the darkness.
It would make her wither away into nothingness
And disappear.

But, out of the blue,
She would appear again
To always be there for everyone who needs her.
Those people, however,
Would not appreciate her love
And would trample over her as if
She were nothing.

If grass was a girl,
She would be crushed by the world
And see a fractured image of it
Through a long broken window.
Her happiness would be stolen by the selfish,
Who take for themselves and never give back.


That's the thing
About the girl named "Grass".
She's broken, unable to differentiate
Between those who care about her
And those who do not.
She becomes isolated in a cocoon of sadness
Because no one appreciates her for who she is.

However,
A drop of rain later,
She is happy again
And becomes even more beautiful than she was before.

He knew that she was perfect,
And he told her that her imperfections only added to her beauty,
But through some twisted witchcraft
She did not believe him.

She couldn't see the beauty that lay inside.
No matter how hard she looked in the mirror,
It only showed her the exterior of her body.
She thought that she couldn't see anything else because
There wasn't anything on the inside
That was worth seeing.

She hated what was inside of her
Because nobody else could see it
As clearly as she could.
They were unable to see
The hatred, the anger and the lies
She had woven to protect herself.

He thought he knew what she was,
But everything he saw
Was the lie she wanted others to see.
She hated herself and she wished
That he would hate her too.

But he knew that deep down,
She knew she was beautiful
And that her core was not rotten.
Despite what she thought of herself,
He still believed in her.

She thought nobody could see through her and that if they did,
They would hate who she really was.

Even though nobody else could see through her,
He could,
And even though nobody else would love her for who she really was,
He did.

He sat at his window
And looked out at the world.
What he saw terrified him
So he ran away,
But he was always drawn back to that same window.
That's the way it always was with him.

She walked out of her front door
And embraced the world
With open-armed eagerness.
What she saw excited her,
And she happily continued on her way.
That's the way it always was with her.

He sat alone at school,
Afraid of the darkness he saw in others
And the anger and hatred that pulsed through them
Like black blood in rotted veins.
They were all evil to him,
Because that's the way he always saw them.

She looked at everyone
With happiness in her eyes.
She couldn't help but see
The astonishing beauty of others
Wherever she went.
They were all perfect to her,
Because that's the way she always saw them.

While he only ever looked into the darkness,
She glanced up into the light,
And maybe all of the evil in his world
Could be washed away by the beauty in hers.

She hoped all her life that one day,
When she woke up,
The person she fell out of love with a long time ago
Would disappear.

She hoped that one day,
The hideousness of who she was would melt and drip away
So the light would shine on her
And she could be divine.

She hoped that the person she was destined
To spend eternity with would come to her,
Because she didn't want to spend her lifetime
With that person she had never loved.

But one day she realised
That she did not need to disappear to be perfect.
She realised that the light she had never seen before
Resided within her and was always shining through.

One day,
Through the dreams and nightmares,
She woke up.