Catching Stars in Butterfly Nets

A Girl, Part 2

I wrote a little peice on a girl I fell in love with a long time ago.  this is about a different girl.  not long enough to be a paper, but it doesn't rhyme, and I hate free verse.  what am I to do with myself?


I am solid. 
I am your anchor.  I am always there, whenever you need me.  But I am alone. 
I need your light, your passion. 
I will chase you until we are both out of breath; over hill and underbridge,
through the blackberry patch and across cities miles wide.
I long for an adventure.  You are such.
Around you, chaos forces ripples in the universe, rending open a path that you can't even see, but you walk it. 
I can see the ripples, I see the close-calls, last minute vibrations in the cosmos, just barely in time to keep you in existence. 
I am afraid,
I am excited. 
I want to watch you forge your path. 
But first, I need to meet you.


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"My hand is not so great that showing it would make a difference." -persuader user from Kino no Tabi.