What a world, she thought, looking out at it.
The wind blew softly against her hair, the flower-bespeckled field darkening beneath
the twilight sky. It was beautiful.
What a world, she thought again, this time with a sigh. She was always blaming the
world for problems of her own.
Dear World
For you,
I wrote hundreds of letters
For me,
Just a few hundred more
It was cold out here. Wasn’t it cold? She wondered if anyone else out there under the
stars winking into sight was cold. Maybe everyone else out there was just like her and looked
up at the stars and spent each night wondering who they were and why they were the way
they were. Or maybe they never looked up.
I would die for you
I would, in a heartbeat
Over the river
A funny thought that every human was unique. They all had the same feelings, truly.
They all felt the same cool grass below them, whether it was trekking home or laying down
and looking at the moon. They weren’t so different, she didn’t think, they just liked to think
they were.
The ghosts won’t let me haunt
They haunt me away
She supposed it was time to go inside. Midnight musings were frivolous expenditures
of thoughts, that’s what her brother said. That’s what people said.
Crossed my heart and hoped to die
Jumped off a cliff and learned to fly
Maybe she could be just like everyone else. Maybe she could run home and chase
dreams under the sun, pretend her mind didn’t work too much at night and not
enough when it mattered. Maybe everyone was that way and they didn’t know it. She didn’t think so.
Maybe she could hope so.
She lay
on the grass
and died
Just so she could live.
