the sadness in me likes the sadness in you sitting with all my favorite people in the world smiling relaxed comfortable home. eyes glancing, nods here, smiles there. yet a stranger more of a friend, than I am in this new situation. the sadness in me doesn't understand the happiness in you. the happiness in me can't be recognized my colors are changing unaware before I know it it's new I'm not who I used to know. I don't remember the color that used to be mine. I have to go. b
She eagerly joined him on the railings of the stairs, just to get a better glance. For the first time in as long as she could remember, she only had one thing going on in her head. The parade. She didn't worry about the time. She didn't worry about work. She didn't think about her body. She didn't focus on her position. Just the parade. The anticipation was overwhelming but not grappling. She felt as though it was a blanket, warming her up after she had been out in a cold
He called her as he drove away. No, he thought, I'll text her. "What are you doing tonight?"
After weeks of silence, he reached back out towards her nonchalantly as a cat walking on the edge of a tall building. He knew she'd be waiting. But he didn't care. He needed her, and that's all that mattered to him. Selfish? Perhaps. What was it about her that kept drawing him back to her? A strange energy, completely divergent from his, but strangely alluring. The pull only