She looked at me, then, and her eyes were twinkling pools that fell straight to Hell. I had to look down at her fidgeting hands to save myself from being dragged away.
"Do you ever feel-" she paused.
"Like- for example- you're a ghost, wandering around a room full of happy, laughing people, wrapped up in pointless emotions and triumphs that you want so bad- but are scared of searching your whole for those feelings- but end up wandering around that room forever?"
My gaze snapped up and I stared at her. No.
"I- um-"
Without me saying anything, she understood, and then looked away. A surge of something raced through me- and all of the sudden I wanted to understand. I wanted to be like her and I wanted to see all of her, to see and understand and protect all of her secrets and fears and hopes and dreams. I wanted to climb over her walls and sit here with her, holding hands in this garden, forever.
Her gaze fell on a pair of birds, dancing around each other in the sky.
"Twitterpated," she murmured, smiling gently- and a little sadly.
My heart twitched, then jumped over a cliff. I could fly.
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Lonely Thoughts
Poëzie~technically, every day is leg day when you're running away from your problems~ ((alternatively titled: please enjoy my laughable poetry.))
