non 25skin as needles
for a day
what day is it today
after first kiss
non 24She is sitting there. On the the old carpet. I got it from that family relation I never thought was there. The grey and red in the carpet matches her specklers. Not that its age matches her. The brown eyes gets a green glow from the reflections of the lights. And every break off that light catches her attention. It is her normally silence. It is not an empty silence. More like a smile.
And she is just beginning to become what they said she could never be. And if so then it most be something minor. But when she is just sitting there on the blanket it is like she is becomming a thing from the room. She has been her for so long. A thing that will somehow continue to be here. Just like one of those thoughts that always will return. I know that it is me doing that to her. And I will never be able to know if I am right.
But in one of those unbelievable amounts of time just sitting in that position staring out in something that in the end turns out to be white. Her paw and claws in my knee wa