Gia Raquel

I am utterly thrown off by the sudden evoked possession you have over me. I am overjoyed I see someone so beautifully again, but fear it is the want of love rather than the need. By this, let it be known, that it is rash, clumsy, and too childish to comprehend. This, I hope, will return my sense to at least some degree.

I lack an idea of how a heart is controlled. I dare not listen to the whispers of my wishes, for I know they are mere ghosts amongst the living. I continuously walk through them, getting lost in the mist that refuses to free me.

It is a fact that I am a tad disgusted at my foolishness. I won’t scream my questions to the dark, cottoned sky, but I cannot keep it wrapped amongst graves I often attempt to forget.

Time is an odd idea that restrains me like strings to a marionette. I am trying to cut them, but my fingers are numb and my mind has become a dull knife all because of the way you saw me. It is terrifying being trapped as such, but even more so when I almost want to be.

I cannot withhold myself from picturing you dancing with my shadows and escorting the demons away. I beg this is not a damnation of past cruelty bearing itself upon my limbs like I believed I deserved for too long.

The rosiness of my cheeks is the closest thing to flowers I can offer. For someone, I know it will be enough. But for you, you are my attempt at capturing wind. I will hold back my beating heart as much as I can, but the sound of chimes only makes me wish I could fly with you.