Float
One of life's most insignificant events is a breakup. I'm not alone as long as there are colors and sunlight
There are several stories in this art piece. Tale time! Sit down, everyone. My breakup with my boyfriend was the catalyst for this. Never did I weep. We parted amicably. I was so stunned that I had no desire to weep. I began to feel depressed, lonely and lost as the days went by. The activities I used to engage in with him have altered. Life went from being double to being singular. I ate less, hardly smiled, and spent much of my time in my room. I occasionally wish I could simply sob aloud.
Everyone is aware of my dreamy nature. Every night when I sleep, I dream. In a dream one night, I am in a vacuum. A place that is fearless and white. In that place, I am floating. I flounder for days. Without any sense of purpose or direction, I was just floating with my eyes closed. I'm content yet also lonely. I begin to notice colors a few more months later. Blue and pink combine in the sky. I float to the horizon's intersection of two hues. But this time, I'm not alone. With me as I soar are goldfish. We take off for the last color.
I woke up and opened my eyes. My face was soaked with tears. I record the dream right away. I made an effort to picture the scene from the dream in my head. I instructed myself that I had to describe this experience. This work of art represents my rebirth. One of life's most insignificant events is a breakup. I'm not alone as long as there are colors and sunlight. I'm still floating through existence, but I'll soar to the intersection of two colors.
