Wings
Walking down the path, her stomach clenched up so tight she thought she might bend over from the pain. It had been going like this for days. The black paved path led her through the green. This was her path because mostly this is where she felt him through the trees. This is where his wolf followed her through the woods. This was their place. Today she couldn't feel him. Was it her? The music meant nothing in her ears. All she could do was think. Everything was wrong. She felt so distant and so out of touch. Here was where she was supposed to remember. This was a place they shared in the distant shadows of their real selves. The tears came as she kept walking. Why was she crying? Why did tears come and not him? What is wrong with her?
There was a tingling sensation in her back where it usually happens over her shoulder blades. Her mind was going a million directions making her feet lost. The woods made no sense to her today. She kept walking hoping she'd gain her bearings somewhere along the way. How can someone be so totally out of touch? Her feet hit the pavement and every few minutes someone would go by and smile. Nothing made sense like she was drowning, but there wasn't any water. With new lyrics, she'd listen and wonder if something would come to her to make her realize what was going on. Song after song went by of disappointment and endings. None made sense of her situation so her feet keep going forward and the sweat remained.
She realized she had walls. With such fierce emotion, she had to guard herself against it. She was now emotionally biting off her own foot. So she had to let it go and feel. She had to stop worrying about the now and focus on the future. With more thoughts of him wrapped up in sheets and the moments they shared the weight lifted. How desperately she needs him. Her desire was clear (as it always had been) that she has to see him. There is a bond there that cannot be broken, but can cause her pain when they're apart. How does one live like this? She looked to the skies and begged to be able to use them. "Can I use them now rather than later? Please?"
The tingling grew worse and her back ached. She'd seen this a million times in her dreams. This was the part where they'd pop out of her back and the black feathers would open behind her like a halo. What does it mean they're always black? Even as she thought about her dreams and the wings she hoped she could use, her back just tingled as if the stubs wanted to help her, but she didn't have the key. Maybe she was fallen after all. Damned here like a prisoner and damned to remember some, but not all. Yet, she can't just get to him. Frustration grew as her heels felt weighted down and ridiculous. Mortal. Damned to walk.
Her time will come and she'll remember. Maybe practice? Maybe attempt even? Or maybe there has to be a real reason for her wings to come out. How could something else possibly be more important than him? How did she ever live without him? Whatever happens, she knows now why there are tears and how to overcome her own walls to be able to walk again with her wolf. Like magic, a few steps up ahead she sees him running through the green and she takes off to meet him somewhere between this world and the next.
There was a tingling sensation in her back where it usually happens over her shoulder blades. Her mind was going a million directions making her feet lost. The woods made no sense to her today. She kept walking hoping she'd gain her bearings somewhere along the way. How can someone be so totally out of touch? Her feet hit the pavement and every few minutes someone would go by and smile. Nothing made sense like she was drowning, but there wasn't any water. With new lyrics, she'd listen and wonder if something would come to her to make her realize what was going on. Song after song went by of disappointment and endings. None made sense of her situation so her feet keep going forward and the sweat remained.
She realized she had walls. With such fierce emotion, she had to guard herself against it. She was now emotionally biting off her own foot. So she had to let it go and feel. She had to stop worrying about the now and focus on the future. With more thoughts of him wrapped up in sheets and the moments they shared the weight lifted. How desperately she needs him. Her desire was clear (as it always had been) that she has to see him. There is a bond there that cannot be broken, but can cause her pain when they're apart. How does one live like this? She looked to the skies and begged to be able to use them. "Can I use them now rather than later? Please?"
The tingling grew worse and her back ached. She'd seen this a million times in her dreams. This was the part where they'd pop out of her back and the black feathers would open behind her like a halo. What does it mean they're always black? Even as she thought about her dreams and the wings she hoped she could use, her back just tingled as if the stubs wanted to help her, but she didn't have the key. Maybe she was fallen after all. Damned here like a prisoner and damned to remember some, but not all. Yet, she can't just get to him. Frustration grew as her heels felt weighted down and ridiculous. Mortal. Damned to walk.
Her time will come and she'll remember. Maybe practice? Maybe attempt even? Or maybe there has to be a real reason for her wings to come out. How could something else possibly be more important than him? How did she ever live without him? Whatever happens, she knows now why there are tears and how to overcome her own walls to be able to walk again with her wolf. Like magic, a few steps up ahead she sees him running through the green and she takes off to meet him somewhere between this world and the next.