Putting it Together

Help Me White Lady

I feel like I'm floating above the clouds. It was like the feeling you get when you let the wind go through your hair while also having the sun gently shining on your face. This sensation only lasted a few hours. I felt so depressed, so grey. I needed to feel like that again. I needed to feel happy again, to see the color in this world again.

The white lady came to me again. She lifted me off my feet and massaged my hair with her soft, warm fingers. Before I knew it, she set me down on my bathroom floor. My nose started bleeding this time, but it was no big deal.

I haven't seen the white lady in a while, but I miss her so much. I need her to pick me up again and lift me off of my feet. I want, I crave, I need for this beautiful white lady to say hello and to love me again.

She came back to me tonight and she felt better than ever. This time she kept me up in the air for longer and she kissed me. Her lips felt like soft feathers against mine, and tasted sweet as honey. I need her to stay in my life for a bit longer, but I didn't have enough to offer her this time, but soon I will.

For the past couple of times, I still didn't have enough to give this white angel enough to stay with me, but I think I have enough for tonight.

This time, the white lady didn't pick me off my feet, we walked instead. She led me off the road and she begun cursing in my ear, telling me how she regretted carrying me away and how she hated me. Nothing made sense to me, I thought she loved me, I though she enjoyed kissing my lips and touching me. She dragged me to the roof, where she told me to get some fresh air. Her face looked sickly and her voice started to crack. She leaned closer to my face, trying to kiss me. She wiped the tears off my face, then looked down.

I don't know what happened, but I felt my feet lifted off the ground. It wasn't the white lady this time. I didn't know what it was, but it didn't feel good. Whatever was touching me, pulling me or whatever motion my body was going in, it didn't feel natural. I didn't want to be here feeling like my body was being pulled in so many directions. What did this white lady do to me?