She honestly have no idea what she's doing with life at the moment, but knows what she wants to happen in the future, and floating through an ambient black space of loneliness, abuse, and the laughter of friends until she wash up on the shores of hopes and dreams, dressed in the gown of childhood wishes with song lyrics in her hair and promises in her hand.
Heard words whispered to her by the people who help to get through, and more often than not it's over bass lines or across the Atlantic sea, twisted with the slur of an accent. Her blood flows in a pattern of cursive that dance around as whats inside her changes. Written like a book with eyes way too honest, screaming out with silence when walking away. The questions you never asked were the most important and the answers she'll never say must not have mattered much.
Shelves and cases full of belongings, whats left at the end of the day when all else leaves, as that which does not speak cannot ask you to leave. Stacked up like mountains, tipping waiting to fall, heavy as the heart that made them, and soiled as the soul that reads them. They could be anything and everything or they could be nothing at all, so she buys without checking and lets the dust collect, because having them there and not knowing, is better than having to put them away and accepting.
Born into separate times and separate worlds, who are each someone new, but are brought together by what keeps them the same. As they lay side by side in beds to small, when one can't breathe it's impossible to miss, but tired minds and speechless hearts can only save so much. They happened by chance although it's seen as fate, broken pieces fall together to complete a puzzle they've never seen.
They don't speak and they don't respond when asked, with soft bodies and softer personas. She is desperate to heal them, to give them something they could never have because of who chose and learned to love them. She light ups for them, vibrant as she's ever been, it's what puts the color into her eyes. Brain overworked and heart worn too thin, but she's determined, she tastes it right on the tip of her fingers, like the surgical masks and latex gloves.
Open like a net, to catch everything that is around her, falling through the gaps to cut too hard into what keeps her standing up. She sees it in someone before they see it in themselves, and once again they're running away from a capture like the animals they are. Her habitats are natural, where souls are expressive and wild, but they're safe under the watch of the ever loving moon and the protective sun. The path is tarnished with footprints leading into the trees but the end of the trail holds a rainbow.
He watched her from a distance for what feels like her entire life, and she watched him closer than he'd ever been used to. They might of been meant to be but too many someones came along. There were ones who loved through pressure, trying to push her into a diamond but the coal only crumbled. Dust streaked across the next one's hands, and he washed them off in the river without thinking. The next left the tap running, paid no attention to how much he was using up until it was gone. The emptiness of the air was once that that could be a brilliant star, but ended up being the space around one.
Blank sheet music, over priced textbooks, paw prints in expensive glitter, an un-distorted laugh, and a something that is unavoidable. Challenges and captures, bricks and blocks, acceptance and alliances, just the story of someone who never knew how to write her own name, as it held too much power than the pencil could emits. Waves wash up on a shore and she learns to love every grain of sand.
