She is wearing a peach-colored dress and thinks of nothing more than the richness of silk and sun on her skin as she sits beside the pond. She dips her toes into the cool embrace of the murky water. Sliding forward, she reaches with her leg into the depths of the pond, delighting in the sensation of water against skin. A goldfish brushes against her ankle, no more than a brief flash. She stretches further, waiting to feel the mud between her toes, but is surprised by the water's depth. With barely a ripple, the water engulfs her.
I was ashamed of the desperation I heard in my voice, suddenly so unfamiliar to me. I clung to you with a weakness that I didn’t know I possessed, begging you not to leave me.
"Promise me," you whispered, your voice intense with an anguish that left my heart blistered.
I promise. Two words that were torn out of my throat and tossed on the ground between us, tattered. Broken. I didn’t recognize at the time what I heard in those two little words. It was the sound of a soul being ripped apart. It was the sound of hopelessness.
Another promise lies on the floor between us, broken. It's a pitiful thing now, once filled with the hope of young love. We stare across it, having reached yet another impasse. It's your move, so take the chance if you want to stay in the game. Will you try to mend it, or will you leave the mess for someone else to clean up? Will you sift it through your fingers, hoping to find something of value? Or will you leave it the way you left me: as something sad and crushed on the floor, that was useless all along?
I danced in my room alone today. I jumped up and down and laughed at myself in the mirror. I felt lighter than I have in ages. I want to kiss a stranger. I feel like I have mood swings but that's probably normal. You people reading this, what do you think about me? When you read this, who do you picture in your mind? I wish I had some way of knowing, but I don't want to put my e-mail on here...too many psychos online. Maybe I will anyway. I want to live dangerously. Maybe I will.
…look down on the world from above. But in a flash of light you saw what was before you, and stepped back from the edge just in time. Now you will never know what might have been, because you are surrounded only by what is.We are underground, brushing by each other on the subway. She will never know that, had he not touched her coat as she walked by, she would have walked one centimeter further to the right, and that when she slipped, instead of being steadied by him, she would have toppled headfirst into an oncoming train.
She lived high above the Earth, floating in slow, steady circles like all the other stars, a part of a dance with no music. She watched, longing to reach out to the stars and planets around her. But she hung, moving and immovable, in the furthest reaches of space. The blackness surrounded her, she longed to break free. He passed her every once in a while, that sad little star with a wistful smile. He longed only to brush against her for a single second. He watched her float by , and wondered if she ever noticed him...