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maya hart was a sunset
the time the sun bids it’s farewell, retreating down and leaving a darkening sky in its wake, a colourful canvas to be taken over by the inevitable darkness of the night sky.
riley matthews was a sunrise
an introduction to the day soon to come, the bright glow of the sun peering through, taking its place in the morning sky, slowly roaming that sky until it’s time to go.
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maya hart was an artist
the creator of it all, putting love and care into her projects, projecting her entire being onto a canvas - a state of vulnerability deep inside her, locked by a key taking the shape of a pencil, unlocking the vault of feelings and desires, the door being slammed open by a wave of emotions flowing out onto the paper infront of her - just to be sent out into the world, to be judged, analysed and rewritten, to be changed, personalised and remembered, ultimately becoming more than the original inventor ever could’ve been, growing and reaching out to new seas, leaving her behind as she watches and waves from a distance, with a sad, yet fond smile on her face.
riley matthews was a muse
the perfect inspiration for a story in one frame, confidence, passion and joy expressed through the strategic paint of parental love, a healthy creation and formation resulting in the perfect piece of media, placed on the centre of the wall for everyone to see, to experience the same feelings it represents that shines onto those passing by, a prize worthy painting displaying its forever youthful hope and positivity through to those surrounding it, admiring the beauty of it all.
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maya hart was a fire
flames glowing fiercely, a helpful tool for people to use before dismissing its flame with a single blow, but as things pile up, get tossed in and left near, it builds and it grows, manifesting into a forest fire, large and deadly, come to be much more difficult to put out. forever awaiting the moment someone finds themselves close enough to see the beauty in its warmth, but not close enough to be burnt from its heat
riley matthews was an ocean
a huge pool of water joining people together, the glow of the sun reflecting onto its waves, swaying around in a peaceful rhythm, the splash of the water bringing a calming sound with it. a place for people to watch and observe, to take photos or recreate in drawings, a place to hangout, for people to have fun and splash around with friends. the home of the unknown, a mix of peace and anxiety, undiscovered regions and fish swimming past, accepting to anyone willing to learn exactly what lies past those welcoming shores.
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maya hart was an angel,
and riley matthews was a god.