Of Time and Space.
Life hits the floor . Jars us around. Red String, where are you?
Are you there?
Do I have one?
Will I never met you, My destined One.
Give me one last 30 Minutes Of Time and Space.
There a shadow moves with a white string, Oh my.
Your Destined one is gone. Hows it feel?
To have met them?
To have miss them?
To have been so lonely?
Oh my Just one last 30 minutes, Please?
I've met mine, Only in dreams of pure love.
No complications,
No Fear,
No Distrust.
Only Love.
At last a minute before my 30 minutes are up.
I see it glow so red. Redder then Blood. My own,
Reflection.
Oh Dear my 30 minutes are up.
Underwater Red ::Part One:: by SketchyLion, literature
Literature
Underwater Red ::Part One::
Can't Breath,
Feel the water. Taste the Water.
Clean and Fresh. Must be Fresh Water.
I feel as if I can live forever in a moment of isolation.
No one will ever know of what happen to the girl in the red bathing suit.
I See Something beautiful, Oh Dear me I must be dreaming.
It's a Figure, Has a face and a tail.
I'm guessing it's a "He"
He looks so curios of what is dieing.
He reaches over touches with his finned hand to my arm.
I try talking, bubbles, Bubbles steal my ever last breath.
(BlackOut)
I awake to find myself on a muddy land scape which I never seen before.
This land is different from all I have seen before. Am I sti
Bullied is now the Bully.
Itself. Myself. Cause of broken Fingers, Legs and Heart.
I have myself and now I'm it's Self . Get what I'm saying?
Probably not. No one understands.
Why open fires? I have a Gun as a hand.
Why Hand to Hand? you know your just going to get yourself hurt.
Why Think I'm Fair? I'm never Fair. I'm so UNFAIR.
I was bullied for being Abnormal, Well now the Normal shall Be Bullied.
And I Shall be the Bully.
I was never cared about. I was forgotten by my Family.
You... You who had a perfect Family. Shall never know how that feels.
I Have Feeling to, You just never considered them there.
Well I shall consider yo
Jump, Come fly away!
The sky of rade colors! Sweet bitter neon waves!
Clouds of glimmering Grim, Beautiful.
Jump! Come Fly away!
Hop to the next step, Fly Away!
Skimpier to the step, Fly Away!
Your on the mountain top?
Whats your next move?
Fly?
Or
Drop?
Fly with the neon birds with splatter of sparks.
Or....
Drop with the black and white velvet pit.
Pick which one, Dropping or Flying.
Hear that?
That's the beat, Of flying colors.
Such a movement can only be you.
Such a moment. Flying Free style!
See that?
That's you,
Flying Free Style,
Sorting your feathers.
Falling hard,
Catching the Wind.
Going back up.
Flying Fr