Notice The Little Things

As the swallow flies through the clouds like a burning phoenix into the sun, the rays jump off the water like stones skipped off the surface. A rainbow forms from the overcast produced in the weather mixed with the sun settling comfortably above the water like a multicolored platform. People walk aimless around the cobblestone track that circles the fountain. The marble structure stands in the middle of the park, as it has for over 100 years. The fountain serves as this small town's foundation, it's loving character, it's heart. It's funny when there is something beautiful around, there is only silence in the air. The only breath you feel is the last rumble of the awe off the last vocal chord.
In the fountain is a couple. The couple are unknown, but there is various stories ranging from impractical anecdotes to probable situations. The most important is the mystery behind the couple. They represent the joy of the fountain, the love that the fountain brings to the area. The rainbow floats through the couples lips like a seal of forever. It forms an ever-lasting band, not only for the relationship, but for the honor of the city.

Otherside

I've been chased once again. I am being chased by him. He follows me in my dreams and to the bus stop when I breath. He looks up from the translucent window to stare back into my eyes. He grabs me by the throat as I couch up blood. He throws me into the den as the lions ravage my bones for a meal. He whips me when I am bare-backed and broken. He chases me into the burning room only to close the door. He is the right hand man when the left one is pulling me away. He is the nymphomaniac surrounded by gestures to relieve myself with the next worthy opponent. He is the world in my eyes that seems at bay, but in reality crashes like a tidal wave of flames. He is the devil underneath, the other one between the sheets. He is not me. He will never be me again.