Promising my dreams to be real.
The colour of the grey sky matched my ever changing emotions.
And slowly,
I walk to the window.
The coll air caresses me,
Gently blowing the dark blue gauzy dress against my body.
I lean down to touch the window sill,
Slide my hands along the smoothly painted wood.
This image of chipped maroon nail polish and silver ring,
This is me.
I look up to see the trees dance for me,
But they aren't.
They call to me like my ancestors have before;
Invite me to join them.
I hesitate for moments,
But give into this temptation;
THis strange sense of life.
My brown eyes close,
And mist hits my naked face.
Slowly I bite my bottom lip,
And let my legs dangle at the edge.
And watch.
While millions of fairies dance through my hair,
Tickeling my elbows and back.
They whisper sweet words into my ears.
My dress blows up to reveal my freshly shaven thigh,
I hit.
And I lay and wait to be lifted.
I have become numb to this,
Laying for so long that my dreams are all I know.
And my existence has become so shallow.
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