"White Walls and an Empty Bed"

No longer do patterns highlight my world. Artifacts lay perfectly placed around the apartment. They are the only memories that I have of better days. I am now a shadow of this chylde I use to know. Sometimes I see her starting out the window, talking to trees. She walks beside me and dares me to skip along with her barefooted and free. I know she's still me. I know I am trapped in my own cage of being.

It started with a boy. A very strange and enchanting boy. He had dark hair and piercing eyes. I fell in love when I wasn't noticing. We were very young and unsure of how life would play us. Love untouched. Love untasted. Love unconsumated. I knew I had found my soulmate. I am a witch afterall, and I know when the stars shift and shine upon those who know how to complete themselves.

I am empty now. Fushia said that she had felt too much. I know. I know. Betrayal. I know. Traitor. Sell out. Liar. I forsaked my world for you.

I know I am over reacting. I know he's scared. It's been a long journey and still longer yet we have to go. I have to pull. I have to coax. I am The Guide and he is God.

Cut me now. I feel like I can't go on.
  ¶ 4/20/2004 11:03:00 PM