21.01.10

well you couldn't understand. to know someone thats always out of touch, always around the corner. they are everything and nothing all at once. i know i'm just a link in a chain, i know i'm not there with you. but i miss you like i cant even understand. being with you is magical, its like we go to our secret place where only we exist, amongst the fairies and the unreal. with ribbons in our hair and diamonds instead of eyes, everything we touch explodes. we spin late at night in the woods, white dresses winding round our wrists and flowing out in every other direction. breathing glitter and chanting fireflies, we see into a different realm. there are eyes on our skin, air seeps in through our transparent flesh and we are pulsing with life from every pore. whispering in the dark while we hold hands and dance in the long grass, weaving silk scarves behind us.lying on the earth, in the silence, while the air blows on our faces, the dew of the ground clinging to red lips and glossy hair. Long spindly legs climbing the oak trees, as we fill gumnuts with glitter and nail pictures to logs, sealed with smudged lipstick kisses. there are lanterns in the trees, and citronella burns out into the night, winding a spell, enchanting every living breathing thing in all the land. chanting psalms and ancient poetry, we make drinks in our treehouse. iced tea and rose petals clinking together in frosted glasses, filling us with everything we ever wanted to be. building us up from the inside, burning, fizzing up out of our lungs and into the air, painting words in the sky for everyone to see. and everyone knows, but they don't understand. they can't see what it's like to be the wind, to spin until the world is dark and hazy. we are like lights in the mist, white dresses flimsy and floating in the breeze. we see underneath the ground, past the weaving roots and vines, we know the words written under the earth. we know the stories and the tiny fingerprints printed along tree branches. we know because we wrote them there. dancing we wade into the lake, sitting on the wooden gazebo, swinging our legs in rythmn through the water. the lockets around our necks dangle noiselessly, pointing towards our hearts,the ones we keep locked up inside our chests. it's like a song, our words are like tinkling music, our laughs like windchimes. it's impossible to comprehend, only the fireflies understand, as they watch in the dark, two girls living in make believe. but we're here now, and it's real, clearer than glass. and if you look really hard through the cracks, you might just see us.