Drabble - Molecules
So this one is really emo. I guess I was in such a mood that day, December 6, 2008. Yes, it's also from the December 2008 collection of drabbles. Rating is probably PG.
I wonder if there is a barrier between us. Not just molecules of oxygen and nitrogen, but something more solid, like a wall. I see you but I can't touch you. I see you but I can't reach you. Sometimes it's like you have your own bubble, your own world that I can't breach. You have walls that you can't see beyond, an enclosed world that can't see mine. Don't you know about the other world that revolved around you? The girl who is always watching you, even if she isn't looking at you? She has all these things that she wants to tell you, all these things that she wants to do to you, do with you...and do you notice? Do you see?
When I think about you, I think about dreams that can never be. I think about running my fingers through your hair, down your back, all the way to your toes. I think about touching your lips with my own, touching your eyelids, your cheeks, your chest, your stomach. I think about feeling your fingers on my body, tracing names and patterns and words and your emotions on my skin. I think about your breath tickling my ear, my nose, my cheek, my mouth. I think about your shadow joining with mine, about your footsteps matching mine as we walk together down the path to the future. It's a dream that I'd sell my soul for, but is the dream even for sale?
I don't know why I keep waiting. I can't seem to let go of this dream, to stop my orbit around you, to fling myself far, far away from you. I try to think about the other girls and boys of our class, anyone I see walk past me on the street, anyone I see in magazines or on TV. I try to think of ways to make myself hate you, to blame you for making me feel this way. I try to make myself realize that I'm not good enough for you, that I'm meant for someone not as beautiful or as wonderful as you. It's not easy to do, you know. Or do you?
Do you know what I'd do for you? I already said that I would sell my soul for you. I would completely change myself for you if I could. I would trade in all of my friends, my family, my material wealth, my time, just to have you for one moment. I would climb the highest mountains, dive to the lowest depths, go around the world for you. I would kill and I would let myself be tortured. I would die for you.
Do you understand? Can you understand? Maybe I should hope that one day you might hear me or see me. Maybe one day that barrier that separates us will be breached and you can at least glance upon the girl who desperately, and perhaps illogically and excessively, longs for you. Maybe there won't be any molecules between us.
I wonder if there is a barrier between us. Not just molecules of oxygen and nitrogen, but something more solid, like a wall. I see you but I can't touch you. I see you but I can't reach you. Sometimes it's like you have your own bubble, your own world that I can't breach. You have walls that you can't see beyond, an enclosed world that can't see mine. Don't you know about the other world that revolved around you? The girl who is always watching you, even if she isn't looking at you? She has all these things that she wants to tell you, all these things that she wants to do to you, do with you...and do you notice? Do you see?
When I think about you, I think about dreams that can never be. I think about running my fingers through your hair, down your back, all the way to your toes. I think about touching your lips with my own, touching your eyelids, your cheeks, your chest, your stomach. I think about feeling your fingers on my body, tracing names and patterns and words and your emotions on my skin. I think about your breath tickling my ear, my nose, my cheek, my mouth. I think about your shadow joining with mine, about your footsteps matching mine as we walk together down the path to the future. It's a dream that I'd sell my soul for, but is the dream even for sale?
I don't know why I keep waiting. I can't seem to let go of this dream, to stop my orbit around you, to fling myself far, far away from you. I try to think about the other girls and boys of our class, anyone I see walk past me on the street, anyone I see in magazines or on TV. I try to think of ways to make myself hate you, to blame you for making me feel this way. I try to make myself realize that I'm not good enough for you, that I'm meant for someone not as beautiful or as wonderful as you. It's not easy to do, you know. Or do you?
Do you know what I'd do for you? I already said that I would sell my soul for you. I would completely change myself for you if I could. I would trade in all of my friends, my family, my material wealth, my time, just to have you for one moment. I would climb the highest mountains, dive to the lowest depths, go around the world for you. I would kill and I would let myself be tortured. I would die for you.
Do you understand? Can you understand? Maybe I should hope that one day you might hear me or see me. Maybe one day that barrier that separates us will be breached and you can at least glance upon the girl who desperately, and perhaps illogically and excessively, longs for you. Maybe there won't be any molecules between us.