My Airwalks are the color of a cotton candy sky, and I ache for days where I felt powerful enough to fly.
I'm sitting on a scuffed black leather couch in a library where no one minds if I never speak. No one bothers me here. My breaths can roam free within cabinets of books and these deep purple walls I wish I could sink into.
But soon, I have to return. To unruly streets that lead to an anonymous home. To a sleep with the potential to rule and ruin all my dreams of clarity. To a mother who cries at the slightest harm directed my way. To a father who says he'll always accept me, even though it's been proven to be false the moment I become "broken" in his eyes.
I swallow doubts while sipping a different reality we could have commanded. Cinnamon and vanilla run down my throat with ease and I wonder why I always choke on the memories of you when you brought heaven in the form of a kiss.
It is almost dusk, and I know I cannot inherit this feeling forever. Daydreams can only be embraced for so long. But please, remember me tonight. Don't doom me to darkness so soon.
With metaphors and similes as kindling, this freeform burns with truth and honesty. She tells us about her world, as she sees it. The quiet girl at the library who doesn't talk, and who would notice? It's the library! A mother who feels for her child. A father who can't hide his feelings. She's in her safe place sipping coffee and, in her own way... She's letting us in.
This is absolutely a one of those reads where it
hits the reader with an impact. So vivid and I like how
you take the reader along with you entwined with your
thoughts, feelings and reality...truly a touching write
yet beautifully penned.