And just for thought...
I stare at the wall as I drift in and out of sleep.
There on the wall hangs a collage of pastels.
The colors run together, grabbing at each other, sliding off each other.
The girl's fiery hair flows behind her, hypnotizing me.
I wonder if she knows why they reach for her.
Why does no one help her?
She follows me into slumber.
A pastel rainbow following behind her.
Does she find her solitude?
I wish I could save her but she runs faster than I ever will,
never looking back.
I wake and still she stands in front of me,
feeling their grip even tighter than before.
I want nothing but sleep.
I can never shake her feeling.
I glance at her because I can't look away.
I understand it is I who they grab at.
It is I who chases her.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.