Have you ever felt like you were reaching towards a closed window?
Unable to reach the wind and be heard?
Have you ever lost your senses to a juvenile game, which you couldn't quite understand?
Have you ever been changed by someone, even though you didn't want them to?
I have. He was so very special, his dark hair and green eyes. Like the deepest and safest dreams of all.
I felt complete in these arms and safe within these feelings, but was bothered by this perfectness.
No matter how much I hurt him or abused that magical feeling which filled me up, his tears were dry and dusty.
His face would remain the same, like a perfect picture, scorned by idyllic ignorance.
Like an everlasting pantomime.
But what scares me the most is how much I wanted to hurt him and be hurt back.
I wanted what completes the idea of happiness. Sadness.
