a new life #3

As she had approached the house, she had noticed that it wasn’t as vacant as she thought it one was.

Someone had to had once lived there.

She had brushed that feeling off and had reassured herself that that was her new home and began unpacking her things.

Suddenly a man appeared from the kitchen. 

He had a gentle and oddly familiar ora about him. 

“You're early.” he had told her.

Thinking that she had never seen this man in her life, she began to argue.

Who was he to say whether or not she was on time?

And on time or what, anyway?

As she began to argue, she began to tilt her head to the left - as she always does. 

Then she stopped.

“Grandfather?” she asked.

The man suddenly whisked his head away and began repacking the girls’ things back into her knapsack. 

“You’re too early,” he repeated, “but when the time is right, we will be waiting for you here. Now you must go.”

The girl left, bewildered; her grandfather had passed away four years ago. 

But she had done what he had said. 

And continued running. 

a new life #2

And then she ran.

She ran as fast as her legs could take her. 

She ran for days. She ran for weeks.

Leaving her past behind.

When her mind had told her to stop, she had ignored it; she had to keep running. 

Keep searching. 

And then she found it.

On an edge of a cliff much like the one she had begun, sat a vacant house. 

Her heart had told her to stop. 

“I’m home.” she told herself. “I’m finally home.”

a new life.

She sat alone at the edge of a cliff.

Quietly. 

Thinking.

“I’m starting a new life.” she said to the cold air. “What do I do first?”

She stood and sighed. 

Then she jumped. 

#2

He handed her a white rose with a smile. “Its time to move on again, Sam.”

Sam’s typing quickened as she adjusted her beanie, her ‘thinking cap’ as she called it. 

“Just another second,” she mumbled “I’m almost done.”

Ace sat down with a thud. “You said that ten minutes ago. ‘I’m almost done, I’m almost done.’” he mimicked. 

“I’M ALMOST FINISHED, ACE!” she shouted as she punched him in the chest.

He winced in pain.

She stopped typing in mid sentence. 

“Babe - I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean -”

“Its fine.” he interrupted. “How’s your writing coming along?”

She slammed her laptop shut before he could read a word.

“I’m ready to go.”

Ever since they’ve found each other, Ace and Sam have never stopped moving. Funded by the money they made by selling Ace’s paintings at art shows, the couple take road trips through small towns. The pair: always moving and never stopping, heading for New York City. 

#1 1/2

They had met in a quite unusual manner. 

And somehow, by a stroke of luck and an act of grace, 

                            after years upon years of waiting, 

                                               their two worlds had finally 

                  crashed.

           collided

               

           and they had found each other. 

#1.

“I want to leave this place.” she said.
She shook her shaggy hair and put on her beanie. With her arms stretched out, she reached for his.
“ I want to leave this place. I want to leave everything behind. I want to drive until all is forgotten. Until where we are now is but a forgotten memory.”

“This again?” He hadn’t moved.
She glanced at his face; still in the moonlight.

“Yes, ‘this again’. If you’re so sick of me asking to leave, why don’t you take me away?” she challenged.

“Because you never forget.”

“Huh?” she seemed puzzled. “What do you mean ‘I never forget’?”

“You want to leave only to forget. But we both know that you can never forget anything, Sam. And if there is something that that complex brain of yours misses, it will surely show up in your writing. You won’t miss a thing. So the trip would be a waste.”

She laid back down onto the cool grass.

“I still want to leave, Ace.” she sighed.

“I know,” he said. “I know”.

welcome to my reality.

Completely detached.
Dissociation?

No reality but mine.
Nothing is real.
Nothing hurts.
Nothing is the same as it is in your world.

The hair thats cut, always grows back by the time I am submerged back into your reality.
Like leaves falling in winter.
They have to go.

The skin that is burnt isnt hurt.
The steam water from the shower isnt felt.
Fire's very flame itself is nonexistant here.

Cuts dont bleed here.
In yours, yes. When I'm back in yours there will be blood.

But they dont bleed here.


Nothing is as it seems in my world.
               Welcome to my reality.