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"Just living is not enough", said the butterfly, "one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower."
— Hans Christian Andersen.

paint my heart.

Gonna free fall out into nothin'
Gonna leave this world for a while

And I'm free, free fallin'
Yeah I'm free, free fallin'

Free falling - John Mayer.


Jack and Jill.

Jack and Jill ran up the hill, 
hand in hand.
Holding tightly to each other
with one hand,
both had in their other hand
a shiny new shovel.
Reaching the top,
they came to a stop.
They let go 
of their entwined fingers.
Using two hands,
they grabbed their shovels.
Taking turns,
they began to dig.
One at a time,
not breaking a sweat.
Their smiles stayed pasted,
never faded.
Their gaze remained
on each other.
The hole got deeper,
and deeper.
Their smiles got wider,
and wider.
The distance between them
began to close up.
As they inched closer,
till their shoulders touched.
The hole was dark,
too far away from light.
The hole was deep,
too deep to climb out alone.
Jack offered his shoulder
for Jill to step on.
With his strength,
she climbed out.
Jill grabbed a branch,
it seemed thick and strong.
She reached in,
and helped Jack out.
Standing next to each other, 
they admired their effort.
They did not say a word,
not a single word.
Jack started to walk
away from the hole.
For that moment,
he forgot about Jill.
Jill turned to look at him,
she called his name.
He turned to see
her hand stretched out at him.
Jack walked back to Jill,
wary and uncertain.
Standing next to Jill,
she looked him in the eyes.
The look on her face
begging him to say something.
The silence
was too unbearable for her.
With all her strength,
she pushed.
He was too strong
to be pushed into the hole.
Jill slipped
and fell in.
He did not bother to help
not even to offer a hand.
The hole was deep,
too deep to climb out alone.
The hole was dark,
too far away from light.
Standing at the bottom of the hole,
Jill stood alone.



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