Rendezvous
16 November 08 : 02.51 AM
a girl disappearing
to some secret prison
behind her eyes, she whispers
"big surprise there was
no protection by this urban light
so i'm running to a constellation
where they can still see you."
(I never run away anymore. Hardly afraid of unfamiliarity now. b. once said that I was diaphanous. "Because one could never hold you." But I'm so real now it's starting to be funny. Someone I love is ill. I hold back tears because it's not really in my place to cry.)