wandering.

i was not what they wanted. my fists too small. my muscles too relaxed.
i was not that fighter they had in mind.

so instead i walked off, my fists clenched to my sides.
my head starring straight, my eyes glowing with something.

little did they know i was a fighter.

a warrior.

a reactor.

i had faught off wolves and demons and monsters.
liquid hope and fairy tales like snow white.

i had bloomed into an entity of colours.
of demand.

but they did not notice.

so i walked away, only to walk into another storm.

i faught it off, the wind and rain batting down on my body.
my eyelashes doused in raindrops.

my shoulders and spine straight.

and now i am here.
the sun glowing, raising itself from it's sleep.

a coliseum of golden pride and ruby decadence.


i finally escaped to you.

and

we made it through the night with two cups of coffee and some small talk.
his eyes circled my heart a few times before they quivered.
"for me?" i ask, my hands gripping to the faded diner table, stuck like molasses and paste.
he laughs, saying nothing.

i could pretend his eyes said it all but thats just it.
he said nothing.

safetly flying in our own orbits.

my feet are itchy. as are the bottoms of my legs.

strange.