Long Time No See

[rooroobear]

Imagine.

Imagine if you will, a girl.
She doesn't have a distinctly unique look.
There is nothing particularly special about her.
She is sitting in a chair, her back to you.
Typing.
You reach your hand out to touch her back.
You think better of it.
You think better. of. it.
She has brown hair if blonde.
Black hair if red.
Blonde hair if dyed.
Died.
You get the distinct feeling she has given up.
She smiles to herself knowing she would be seeing a different side of the grass if she did.
So maybe there's hope?
She can't wait to have a camera in her hands again.
You can't wait to leave.
She loves you.
You can't wait to leave.
There's a lesson here.
Maybe.
Somewhere.
You can't wait to leave.
She can't wait to live.
She can't wait to leave.
Who loves you, baby?