Existence

not really a poem.
Just read and tell me what you think please...



I pushed my way past the crowd pf people all trying to get a look at her. A look at that bright green hair of hers.

It was like the Virgin Mary had just walked into the room. I saw the effect she had on people.

I wanted to affect people that way, or at least feel her affect fully.

Every room she walked into people stopped and gazed at her. She was captivating.
In her own insane way.
When you saw her you couldn’t take your eyes off her.

She danced when there was no music...
Laughed when nothing was funny...
Cried when nothing was sad...

I knew she was my savoir. My savoir from being accountable for my sister’s unfortunate absence and my brother’s stupidity.

My brain was wracking with ideas on how to get closer to her.

It’s like a scene from the bible, people gathering around her, just trying to touch her clothes. Knowing that single piece of cloth could have healing powers.
Save you from you own cage...Free you, the way she was. Free, the way everyone wished to be.
She had no conscience, no regrets, no unspeakable memories, and no haunting dreams.
I wished to have that more then anything.

"Would you jump of a bridge if Liz asked you too?" Ryan said cutting in front of me, blocking me view of the unreachable existence.
"If it gives me a way out of here." I replied.
In truth I would do anything that girl asked me to, anything, as long as it made me a step closer to how she lived.
"You shouldn’t go chasing after her; she’s like a bad drug." Ryan said.
"And what are you?" I asked.
"Your antidote." He replied smiling.
I didn’t say anything back.
I really think he was as bad as she was.
He wanted everything put in front of himself on a gold platter.
She had nothing, but lived her life in a way people want to more then anything.
I just longed for a thought free, pain free, existence.