Magic

Circus Sky

She was flying, zooming by like a car. The brown rings were the only things carrying her up as she swung herself around the stage, she was high up. I had to look up with awe. That was all I could do. All I did was stare at her. The way her red dress flowed beside her as she flew, literally flew on the Circus Sky.

I believe this show was closed.

I was the only one watching.

She was dancing for me.

Her performance was made because of me.

I inspired her.

She Inspired me.

Her hair matched the passion of her dress, catching my own chest, my heart beating with the loud song.

I didn't need the music to feel the meaning of each movement, each swoon, each flight.

It was magical.

It was spectacular.

Just because she was there.

In the       Circus Sky.

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"Hi, Henry," I heard her say, her voice for the first time, a lusterious surprise.

I turned towards the voice and I found her.

My once distracted state was suddenly standing still. I was in love then. So aware of everything, as I felt my breath breathe between us. She smiled, not awkwardly, but as if she had found me.

That was the first time we met.

I wondered how Lyndsey had known my name. But I didn't have to know that.

Because I knew.

She was so aware. She had found me. And because of that, I was aware and I knew too, what her name was.

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We ran down mountains, the green hills fading behind us, hand in hand. We were laughing, I was excited, quite scared.

She had been dancing, we had been trespassing.

We almost got caught, but the next day in the fields, we kept running as if we had no worries. Well...
because there weren't.

Days became more days, into months, and then years.

I knew I was in love with her. I just knew, that when I was with her, I swooned, I swirmed through the sky, inventing new words because I was suddenly able to explore. I could be! Because I was!

We played games.

Like little kids would.

She kissed my lips, as if we were best friends.

She smiled as if I were hers.

She danced, like it was her first time.

Giggling, like a mess. Her hair swirling in a circle beside her. It was always sunny when she was around, I was always sunny when she was around.

When she was.

But, she was dangerous. And it was hard to realize that.

There were scabs on her perfect fingers, she had bruises beneath her lips, they were swollen by the hits. There were numbers on her hips. She has been flying too high.

She said she found refugee in me, but she barely told me much before swallowing herself in my lips.

I supposed I was her refugee.