She’s on the plus A team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since eighteen
But lately
Her face seems
Slowly wasting, crumbling like pastries
Coz we’re just under the upper hand.
It’s too cold outside
For angels to fly.
She was a strange girl. All her life she had had a dream to hold on to. She hated the world. The world hated her back. She confessed all her secrets to a little ball of white wool with a pink tongue and a wet black nose. One day, her only friend left her. She trembled and clenched her fists, not shedding a tear. Skyler liked to imagine a soupy sky on a pale day. She had a way with colours. Colours dominated all her thoughts. She liked brown because it reminded her of her mother’s eyes, white because her little friend used to be white, she loved green because of the lush mountains she read about in stories. She had no favourites though. Perhaps that was why they had name her Skyler. Because she embraced every shade like the sky.
He was a boy of sorts. Some days he smiled like the sun, other days he gloomed like frozen water. He had his maps drawn, he had other plans to hang his hopes on. Every road he chased down felt so wrong. All his life everyone had only let him down. Music was his retreat. He would retreat into his melodious world and stay put, dreaming of chasing dreams. Stephen had a lot to wish for.
Their horizons were perhaps bound to meet….Sky the Strange girl and Stephen the Boy of Sorts.
