Fiction
11 Sep 2010 Leave a Comment
She always did have a certain allure. But often times when I was most attracted to her light, I found myself sulking in the shadows of her vividness. I used to have pride…and somehow she sucked it out of me. She swallowed my emphatic explanations of the universe, wrote them off as petty, and claimed them as her own. But what really makes me angry about her, is not that she really meant for all of this to happen, or that she purposely swallows dreams whole, but that I can’t stay away from her. She captures me, she’s able to have me. I don’t capture her – I entice her. I entice her because she is able to feel loved around me.And it’s just not enough. And none of this was meant to happen.
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