bubbles

The late afternoon sun shone down on the boring party. It was a mix of the complete opposite groups, and myself being one of the middle I had endured comments about both. Most of us were bored out of our minds, while others were broken into scattered groups that had invisible barriers; I stood in one spot, conversing with whoever was there. He stood a couple feet away. After our last fight, which ended with an apology and an awkward hug we were now back into the confusing relationship that changed daily. Though I had no particular romantic interest in him, something about him made me (make that everyone) care about his exact words and gestures to me.

The late afternoon sun shone down on the boring party. It was a mix of the complete opposite groups, and myself being one of the middle I had endured comments about both. Most of us were bored out of our minds, while others were broken into scattered groups that had invisible barriers; I stood in one spot, conversing with whoever was there. He stood a couple feet away. After our last fight, which ended with an apology and an awkward hug we were now back into the confusing relationship that changed daily. Though I had no particular romantic interest in him, something about him made me (make that everyone) care about his exact words and gestures to me.

Where are you?
he said.
Sometimes, she
hides in her own little cloud
of thoughts and bubbles.
He wonders how she
can see.
Silly boy,
I have eyes.
he insisted
on a metaphorical
meaning.

oh.

in my own little cloud,
i'm always lost.