caleigh.darragh
Mother couldn't save us.
She didn't see the signs, and once we hit the ice it was too late.
The car jumped to the right, uncontrollably.
We were tossed into the frigid waters below the bridge.
I hit something hard.
What, I can't be certain.
The car settled at the bottom as I slowly came to.
Black.
Grey.
Hazy.
Clear.
All too clear.
The only thing clear was that I wouldn't make it out alive.
I held my breath hard.
Clear.
Hazy.
Grey.
Black.
Blacker.
Out.
Submerged.
A girl with purple, icy locks changed my world. Was it her style? Her quirky look and gutsy "I don't give a ****" attitude that I felt so furiously intriguing. I don't know what it was exactly about her that changed my life. But something changed something. And to that something, I am forever grateful.
Wrapped around your finger,
like a tightly wound string,
you pull me in every direction,
wherever you want to go,
I follow,
hopelessly,
unknowingly,
into the dark,
into the light,
no matter.
I follow you.
I sit in a strangers apartment watching his cats for the entirety of the holiday. Was I willful? I don't think I ever remember volunteering for this position. I think it was merely that I had no where better to be than here, in a strangers home, watching his cats feed on my dreams of living a fulfilling and purposeful life...that was dark.