Wanting
My Lovely
L-O-V-E.
I can spell it. I can say it. I just have no one to say it to.
My back aches from the stones underneath me. The swing sqeakes without anyone on it. It's crying. I wants someone too. I could approuch the swing and we could have eachother, but it may scream. It may resent me. It won't want me there. I kept my place on the dying grass. I raise my arm above my eyes. It looks as if I was shielding myself from the sun, but there is no sun. It's on it's break. Most people call it night. I wouldn't need to cover my eyes. I would stare at the sun until I went blind. I don't need sight. There is nothing to look at. They all run away. Even the immobile ones.
My arm slowly reunited against my boney hip. "Maybe someone steals it." Those words escaped my lips. I felt my through vibrate as a spoke. But that was a foriegn voice. It wasn't mine.
I tried again, "And they feel bad so they bring it back for us." It was lower than a whisper. "Do I want it back?"
I stared at the moon. It's whit face can't blind me. "Yes."
I checked my watch. I didn't need the time, no one was waiting for me. I just wanted to see the spiderman pattern. It reminded me of my older brother. The only one who gave a shit.
I kept rythem to the ticking of my watch. After 3278 ticks, I got up and brushed loose grass off my shirt.
I can spell it. I can say it. I just have no one to say it to.
My back aches from the stones underneath me. The swing sqeakes without anyone on it. It's crying. I wants someone too. I could approuch the swing and we could have eachother, but it may scream. It may resent me. It won't want me there. I kept my place on the dying grass. I raise my arm above my eyes. It looks as if I was shielding myself from the sun, but there is no sun. It's on it's break. Most people call it night. I wouldn't need to cover my eyes. I would stare at the sun until I went blind. I don't need sight. There is nothing to look at. They all run away. Even the immobile ones.
My arm slowly reunited against my boney hip. "Maybe someone steals it." Those words escaped my lips. I felt my through vibrate as a spoke. But that was a foriegn voice. It wasn't mine.
I tried again, "And they feel bad so they bring it back for us." It was lower than a whisper. "Do I want it back?"
I stared at the moon. It's whit face can't blind me. "Yes."
I checked my watch. I didn't need the time, no one was waiting for me. I just wanted to see the spiderman pattern. It reminded me of my older brother. The only one who gave a shit.
I kept rythem to the ticking of my watch. After 3278 ticks, I got up and brushed loose grass off my shirt.