Rasuna-Wade

quiet, speechless, as if I'm mute. spaced, respondless, as if I'm def. still, moveless, as if I'm paralyzed. just sitting there, as if I'm dead.

time away, time to study, but a clouded mind gains no knowledge. you're in my head, on my mind, amongst others like your kind. dark purple, calm green, and you being the bright yellow. the colors mock me as they dance in my head. are you clueless? am i to shy? or are you so hidden of the fact that you know? its a habit, an addiction, wanting to feel what i felt from the hostile gender, that dark purple and calm green. could it be that's all i strive for, a feeling of desire? or could it be more? being of such rare beauty, so hard to find, but yet so hard to see, in this clouded mind of mine.

time passes, my mind is in the dark and my eyes are still. they're frozen. ring on my finger leaves a remembrance, so i don't forget my friend. she doesn't like that. she follows me everywhere i go, step by step. i don't feel alone. she knows whats going on even better then i, shes paying attention. she knows. she sings her sweet beat, of which pleases my ears. her wonderful tunes. we are so connected, binded, knowing each other well. could it be love? no, it can not be love, we cant be together, it is not possible. she is only in my head.