I don't have the sky over my head,
The land underneath fails to hold me.
I stagger between the best of both worlds
Too plain to be a human, too bold to be a spirit.
My creased skin sparkles under the magic dust,
But I wish I could get rid of it, my past aflictions!
I wish to see what I couldn't blinded by time,
I wish a whisper from the past could set me free.
I wish I could die slowly and yet all at once.
I wish against the wishes that life holds.
I wish I could rob the secrets of Pandora's box,
I wish I could sing sleeping beauty a little lullaby ,
I wish to tell the happy prince, it's okay, I see him cry!
I wish to tell everyone that it's okay to wear one's skin
That it's okay to be what you want to be
That being alive were a blessing enough
That the sky still smiles at them
That the ground is still theirs
That they still get the best of one world
That they are alive, that they are free
That they are everything that I failed to be.
"My love is enough for both of us", she often felt those words ring in her heart. She finally had understood that life wouldn't always follow her designs. That people are meant to leave but their memories won't. She often had wondered how someone could love her to such an extent when that person had always known that she wouldn't reciprocate those feelings. How could a person stand by her when she always acted as a fleeting shadow. She never had given hope for she knew the pain of dejection but he kept hoping like a hopeless vagabond. How she wished that he would some day hate her enough to let go. She devised ways to free him from this web, she acted cold, turned indifferent, did everything he detested and she finally saw some changes. It was a relief, he finally seemed to take hold of his life. She could see him grow responsible. He finally it seemed was learning to love himself. Phone calls died, meetings subsided, they become known strangers. All this while ...
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