GAH, can't wait to see Where the Wild Things Are.

I wrote this vignette for my scholastics portfolio; enjoy:

I’m running on fog bridges, just running, running until I can’t see behind me anymore. Your face is above the sky, big brown eyes like splashes of paint God placed up high to guide me. The ground below me is crumbling but I’m still running, just running, running until my breath turns into a thousand sharp needles telling me to stop, just stop. The wind is tugging on my swollen arms and telling me to wait for it, I just keep running, just keep running. And then I smell your skin, the smell of your skin from summer when we walked together every day, just walked and waited for something new to come along. I think maybe I should stop but I still keep running, keep running. Your eyes above rain dew drops that remind me of the crystal tears on your pillow; they’re reminders, you told me, of when we won’t be here anymore. So this hurts and I stop running, stop running. Stop to catch my breath, just wait, just wait. I’m waiting, just waiting, still here on the last of these fog bridges. Are you on the other side? I see your eyes above but only time will tell.


DON'T STEAL OR I WILL ... be pissed.

P.S. I've got a time stamp on it; so even if you do steal it, I'll have proof that I wrote it first. :)