a change in perspective (celia+ alex P.)

Is hope a sin? The golden butterflies fell into hell
how many sins will they wet their wings in?
please don't cry , destroy these imprisoned illusions
Rise above your demise just once
the promise that could not be kept is burnt deep into my chest,
and explodes into red

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Sumdyl was at the ski slopes with Celia on another date. They were close to the top of the slope he was not wearing proper clothes, it was just like what he would wear in the summer. He did not feel too cold though. “so did you like you presents?” he said with his normal optimistic smile. He was glad about this date so he was going to enjoy it to his fullest. The sun was up but it was not too warm and the cloud cover kept celia from getting hurt. It was the perfect opportunity to do outside activities. He soon got to the top of the slope. “remember if anything tries to stop us, ride right past it nothing is going to ruin this day.” He said with a smile as he got their snow boards ready looking out from the mountain. Of course a few golden butterflies were following them. “sorry about the insects but I can’t help it” he stated as he got in position to start snow boarding.

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