elsie_caruso

Take a second please and read something I wrote:
Long after the world had eaten my soul I saw a glimpse of a girl running by me. All around me were the whispering echoes of her saying follow me. I followed being the Alice to her White Rabbit. "Hey", I said. "Wait, where are you going?" She spiraled around in circles without purpose, just to catch the showers of rain on her lips. I followed the rumble of her soft words like a light drum beat through the air. She was barefoot, her hair wet clung to her cheeks, her hands were empty, happiness consumed her. She reached out her arms to me. I had so many questions for her. Giggling, she put her finger to my lips and made a sound that made me hush. She grabbed my hands and swung me around dancing, her long hair was adorned with a crown of wildflowers. I stared into her and felt an odd sense of familiarity. Where do I know you from, I said. She let go of my arms and I went flying into the wet grass behind me, she did too and we laid there trying to make mud angels looking up at the flickering stars in the deep nigh sky. The smell of the damp summer dew in my flowing curls brought forth a plethora of memories. When I turned to look at her, she was gone, in her place was a real snow angel, as I stood I could see I made one too. All around was bright and beautiful clouds of white for miles. I scanned the field in front of me looking and there she was, at the top of the hill surrounded by people as she chugged a beer sitting on a sled headed towards me. My feet were anchored and my eyes directly on hers. In an instant I was bleeding and on the ground, but I wasn't mad, in fact, I started laughing. It occurred to me that this was the type of thing I spend so much time dwelling on and that made me laugh more. Covered in snow, dirt and blood, I felt ok, and that realization was a bag of bricks knocking me to my core. And she suddenly seemed more familiar to me. Grabbing my hand we took off running. But this time together and I was exuberant and racing forward. Through the woods we howled and we jumped over tree branches, stepping on broken bottles, slapping the faces of puddles, trash surrounding us but things were different now.
I finally seen the world with her, this was paradise again, the trees baracaded as colossal borders of our kingdom and our villages were forts made of stolen wood and found treasures, this, where we once hid and drank, it was again filled with the candy store criminals of my youth, our sacred ground where bare assed in wet leaves we could dry hump fellow juveniles, suckling whatever was offered, pumped with hormones, with budding, milky white tits, still immaculate in complexion, feeling in these sanctuaries the first invasion of cold nicotine scented fingers searching for access under our skin tight jeans into our cherry patterned panties, the untapped bounty of our intact sex holes. Here we drugged and fucked, and looked away giving privacy and looked on in wonderment, and joined in with exploratory souls, nothing was wrong here, all was accepted, and appreciated and free. Everyone around us was joyus and at attention, saying hello to us, and she was waving and I was waving too. We skipped and then ran through the people, and the baseball field, up the hill, behind the field house down the alley, into the graveyard and then I remembered her. I had tucked her away safely somewhere long ago, And how would I hold on to her now?