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.