Erroneous

Past and Present

I felt like 2 a.m. when I woke that tuesday. My bed caressed two, but felt empty as a stone. I sat, and wondered what went wrong. I missed that young, sweet girl. She had an open soul, like the gates of the night sky her eyes shone bright. She would've been the moon, had she not been teathered to this grayscale planet. She was ethereal, and stuck where she couldn't express her potential or love the land she walked. It was not her own. She played the air around her like a harp, her own music, no one could hear but her.

     When we first met I envied, no, hated her. She was everything I wanted to become. She, didnt have to try to be purely awe inspiring. She had a life ahead of her, and I would be meaningless in her wake. I couldn't allow that. I would be that girl, I would accomplish what she inspired within me, myself, my muse. I missed that love.

     But this husk, this stone elephant weighing down my wings beside me kept me from finding that girl again. What went wrong? We were so happy once. So young and purely loving of eachother. Maybe I needed more, I needed someone who would forever find me awe inspiring. The way I looked at that girl, I wanted someone to look at me. I suppose that's the way every girl wants to be looked at.

     Maybe if I became rich, maybe then I would get what I want. But even that weighs me down like the stone elephant, happy then teathered. Is this all there is? This cannot be the only. Perhaps something illegal to make me rich, would provide a certain spice to my life. Alas, I know me all to well. I'd be lost in the journey. Confused and alone, betrayed, then a final blow. To stop my spinning. But pulled back to reality, as the husk beside me got up silently.