Once Upon A Time, Time Stopped

A l l t h a t I w i s h e d u p o n a s h o o t i n g s t a r

I had pretended to see it shooting past my window on lengthy, lonelier nights than this.

Though my star was as still as a photograph, it evaded their galaxy for an unmatched atmosphere in my brazen heart.

I could coax the clear cavern, that was then my sky, into being less. Less average, less like me... I wanted see less of myself and more of...

A darkness lighter than my own, as if they had always known, as if it were etched in stone.

My heartbeat lost itself to a world so unforgiving, so vast than life itself.

You know, people die travelling into its' depths, speeding to witness all of its' parts. Ignorant of traditions, the rituals of elderly trees, and the gossip of great legends that shun them.

And like them I craved the apple of Eden - to be more than I was. Carving into every crevice of my skin, needing to be intoxicated by their doting eyes, just once.

Oh please, Oh pretty please, just once.

There I was, like a deer caught in headlights — young and naive. Lusting to be so much more.

As if that was the only option available to every girl. If you weren't good at being a pretty little thing, then try a little fucking harder.

I, a Jane Eyre of sorts; though she, for lack of beauty was smart. A woman with a richness in her heart, which my poor character could never match.

But I hadn't known this back then.