Dreamer

BTW: Thinking about putting this into a book soon, but I need to add a plot behind it. It can't just be a girl pitting herself. Anyways let me know what you thing about this one. PS it's a little old

I was outside, and the warm air confirmed that it was summer. I looked up and saw darkness, but it wasn’t the clouds blocking sunlight; it was the blanket that covered the sun – noting that it was time to sleep. The stars were crying tonight and I just happened to be its shoulder to cry on. The only thing wrong with that picture was that; I had rain on my cheeks too. Tear drops from the sky landed on my already wet hair.  The ground beneath my feet was slick with water that came from the sky and my red eyes. Tonight the stars agreed to cry silently with me; and just take a bow to people who made my sorrow. 

I hear the wind call my name… I stare down at my unmoving feet, hoping and willing that I could just melt away and soak into the ground. With the wind still whispering in my ear, I stare into the night, straight ahead hoping to see movement over the horizon… longing to see your face. You were right, to leave me though. I was uncontrollably in love you.  I think about you while the rain streams down my nearly numb face. I make my feet move; first step into the muddy grass, letting my toes play a little with the brown earth. It seeps between my toes and smears on the top of my foot.  

My second step lands on a darkened rock stepping stone. The smell of nectar flooded my nostrils, as I entered the garden that we lay in; just staring up at the stars, and admitting our love to each other. I curl my dark brown, damp hair behind my ear and closed my eyes.  I listen. I listen to the rain pitter patter, on the ground; I listen to wind that reminded me of your bitter-sweet voice; I listen to the car horns in the nearby city. Looking around; a smile starts to play its way onto my face. The light weight, cream colored, sun dress touched my thighs as I started to spin around in the flower garden; little water droplets spinning off my dress. Some weird type of happiness bubbles up inside of me, like in a caffeinated drink. It might be just the thought of thinking about you; or the thought that I could find someone just as good as you, but they actually care about how I feel.

This change in my moods hasn’t surprised me… it’s been happening for a while now; missing you, and then starting to feel happy about losing you. The tears are filled with joy and not depression of heartbreak. Nothing in my heart has died; it’s just now empty, waiting to be filled. As most people say: ‘There’s a whole sea of fish you can catch.’ My smile widens at this thought; showing my bright teeth in the dark night.

There’s a weird sensation to yell out your name and get all of you out of me. I swallow, letting the rock in my throat drop to my stomach. My smile fades as quickly as it came. I reach for the hem of my dress, and ponder about waking the native streets.