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.
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.
Superb imagery. A captivating piece that had me hooked from "My Airwalks are the color of a cotton candy sky, and I ache for days where I felt powerful enough to fly". Really a very enjoyable read with wonderful metaphors that grip the imagination. Milly x