.LIFE OF A STAR GAZER

[aurorlia bennet]

The sun was blinding, bright, and obnoxious. It was in your face, and it demanded one. hundred. percent. of your attention. Her hand shielded her face, and blinking eyes looked into the horizon as thin legs walked up the steps, one emaciated hand grasping the rail. Black shoes that flopped harmlessly on the ground, laces untied, but skillfully avoided. Up, up, up, the boards creaked from age as she maneuvered up the pier. Glasses on her head were not being used, for she didn't really have a reason for them to be. Nor did she care if she used them or not, because, she didn't. It was warm, and she was used to the temperature by now, but the heat's intensity always surprised her whenever she walked out the door, always took her by force. It was so different from where she had grown up, that much was true. Everyday, she refrained from things that she shouldn't, shielded her eyes in a different way, looked away from the world with her blinders strapped on tight. She didn't really want this life anymore, she didn't really know why she was living it. But she sure as hell wasn't going to give it up, if only for bragging rights and an ungodly amount of pride.

It wasn't that she didn't care, or didn't want things; she really did. But she didn't know why this palpable depression hang over her head, rang in her ears. But she wasn't one for pain. She walked precariously on the pier, and held her arms out like she was on a tight rope. She giggled to herself, and then let her tan arms fall limply to her side, to their rightful places. Birds sashayed across the boardwalk, ignoring her like she was just part of the scenery, no better than a blade of grass. She kicked at one that came close. She didn't like these sorts of birds, she found them overly obnoxious. The air was strong and vital, blowing across the ocean and large dock with force and power. It carried the sweet, salty smell of the deep ocean, so many miles from were she was. 'I'd like to be far, far away from here, if only for a day. Live someone else's life so mine's a little fresher.' She didn't know why she was talking to the clouds, her head held high so that her glasses clattered off her head, and she had to turn and pick them up. No, she didn't know why. It seemed she had made the same wish so long ago, and she was here, in paradise. So why did she feel like leaving?

Sick Little Games - ATL <3