Passed Our Dancing Days

When I was a child,

I was raised in an orphanage.
I never liked it. All the children
had friends, and they all liked
normal children things. Whereas
my head, was quite literally
stuck in the clouds. Beyond the
sky was beauty. It was everything.
I was not settled with our own
atmosphere. I wanted much
more, just like shedid.
She was brilliant. Older
than me by a few years, but
she loved the stars and the
moon just like I did. She loved
space and the constant moving
and the expanse. But I did not
trust her. Even though I always
found my place next to her, she
frightened me, as did everyone.
I was blamed for the death of
my parents, and none of my
family wanted me.
I had no reason to trust
anyone. But I had no
reason not to trust her...