All she sees is the faint distance of the horizon; where the ocean gently graces the sky and the setting sun shines its reflection on all that sits below. All day she has been making cupcakes, all day she has been painting, and all day she has been writing down in her worn out notebook whatever little words trickle into her thick skull. Her mother warned her of the life of foolishness, but she didn't listen to her mothers words, the words only a mother could provide from the depths of her belly. The same belly the carried a seed for so long. All her mother wanted to do was to plant her darling seed on rich and fertile soil so that she, unlike her mother, wouldn't land on dry soil and wither away without leaving a single mark into the earth.
As she sits on the shore, the waves wash away her sanity, but she is not crazy. She knows exactly what she was doing, but she didn't know how it would all unfold. As she licks her salty lips, she wonders what her life could have been. Where would she be? Would she be traveling down her mothers path or her own? More importantly, would she be happy what ever decision it may have been? A salty tear ran down her copper and fallow cheeks ever so slowly. Her pointer finger dipped into the icing and popped into her mouth. She closed her eyes and let the tears flow. Her tears are like the stars in the moonlight and she let them dance.
While her thoughts are in array, she hears a tiny little voice. She wipes the stars out of her eyes, and sets them upon her own seed. In her tiny little hands is a cupcake. The little girl smiles and giggles as a man scoops her up into his strong arms. She and her husband lock eyes and smile. The woman grabs her notebook of scribbles, her paintbrushes, and her cupcake.
oh em gee. this is BEAUTIFUL. did you write it? i'm stealing it. i'll give you your props of course. :)
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