sunriseonthehorizon

I see you notice me when I walk down these halls. What? What is it? Too scared? Everyone is. That's just who we are at this age, I see you walking towards me and thoughts blur together. Colors on the walls become one, the voices all around me don't matter. I want to hear your voice, want your touch, your kiss. I want you to reach for my hand, whisper something just for me. Is that what you want? It's too late, you're gone. Walking up the stairway behind me, talking to a friend. So I guess I missed my chance. At least, until tomorrow.

Light and free. Dancing through breezes. Simple thoughts in my head. Float. Winds carry me and everything is light. The world is smaller, and simpler. No feelings to get in the way. I know myself, who I am. My purpose. Fast wings. Faster heartbeat. Bright colors. A vibrant life.

 Here I hang. Strung with ropes and cords. Suspended in the air. I feel nothing, no pain, no fear. I am numb. It is dark here, there is a faint glow, but no stars shine above me. I do not know where I am. I hardly know anything, really. My memories seem blurred. I can make out a few but they seem non-important: people laughing while seated at a golden table, telling stories. Two young girls holding hands while they walk through a blooming garden. Then there is the memory which I find hardest to explain. There is no picture that goes with it, it is simply the feeling of weightlessness and the cool brush of wind against my cheek... Then not

Unanswered and unasked questions. I feel them. Your eyes find mine and hold me. There seems no escape. Your voice is like the strum of some great instrument. I want to hear more. I've seen how you are, your personality is magnetic. I'm drawn to you, yet I find myself shying away. What could this feeling be? Love? Certainly not. Not yet, anyway. My heart pounds in my chest and I'm at a loss for words. I'm screwing it up. But you don't leave me behind. I think to myself: We barely know each other. But isn't that how it begins?

        Fai carried me down the stone corridor. Candles mounted on the walls lit the hallway and I could hear the waves above me surging. The slowly reoccurring pain was subtle at first, but as we went further and further it seemed to engulf me. I looked up towards Fai, his crystal blue eyes were set straight forward and there was determination in his jaw. I knew we were on our way to the help I needed, so I attempted to remain silent.    We finally made it to a door. It was made of what looked like ancient wood, but as Fai pushed it open it made no sound of defiance. Inside the room there was a large white linen bed, with banisters that re