Our days were spent walking through the forest, seeing who can identify the most things. It was a competition, like who could run the fastest to the lake. I still remember when you ran so fast towards it, you fell into the water. And with your hand, I soon joined you.
In these places none exist but the magical creatures and plants that lived but said nothing. Intelligence, love, and hope only mattered. Not one could rob us in our rosy-colored bubble.
But out of it, so many existed, and there was no competition. At least, not friendly ones. And I couldn't have you by my side, for none knew of us. So we didn't exist in this gray-painted world. Hate, torture, war, Discrimination, distrust, tears, nightmares existed. So did love.
It was meant to stay by our side, not leave for the graveyards. It was meant to spread and reform the bad and uncover the good. And for ones that could've existed, they were separated, for both sides couldn't believe or want them to happen. We could've happen, could've fight away the tears, nightmares, torture, and do away with the War. But all stood in the way of us.
Competition still existed and thrived. And the deaths piled, as well as the tears, hate, and thirst for vengeance. With time you became part of the pile, part of the graveyards. Now my tears soak through the blood-tinted dirt. Hoping that they may touch you. Hoping your hand would come for me, like they have before. And may we become possible in another world.