I recently received a wonderful gift: a thin journal filled with the most randomly outrageous and mundane prompts, all in the hopes to get the writer inside of me to write. I will do my best to fill this book. I'll keep this short and sweet. Now let's go!
Prompt: Create a scene where important things are said without dialogue.
Summer. Now it snows. It's dark. On a field. It's snowing but none of it reaches the ground. Lovely. Lonely. She stands. Lonely. In a black sun dress. Floral patterns. Down to her knees.
We love her. We've known her for all our lives. She is us. We've dreamed of her, we've been her.
She looks up at the moon as it rests gently among the heavens. She wonders, as we often wonder, why we're here. What's the reason that when snow falls, we feel the pang of its coldness? We wonder, as she often wonders, why moments like this can't last forever. And when we wonder this, we can never fully capture the beauty of that moment. Always fleeting, a little beyond but so close that we keep striving.
Beauty, beauty.
We know what you are but we're so far from understanding you.
"Hold me close, don't let me go. And maybe when the moon rests on top of us, the sun will never find us."
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