Against our worlds
...
Here's the weight of the world
on my shoulders, because I found a
way to steal the sun from the sky.
Long live the day I decided to fly.
...
When it's us against the world; what do we do?
Do we fight?
Do we run?
Neither.
We are torn.
We are apart.
Two hearts, fighting only to be closer together.
But we are destined to fall.
And only until then--we are together.
Prologue
Bullseye
...
I asked them; how they came to be themselves. As if they could tell me at all how their life was found and given to them. It was like asking why did we have air or water; but I stood there, in front of them both, so serious.
It seemed as if they were choked up. They weren't able to explain. In depth, it was easy to explain--one was born with it the other was changed for it. Their eyes were sparkling at the very thought of their transformation into boys into men. I couldn't help but feel my own body want that. I wanted to know why I was a women. I wanted to know why I now lived with this.
And than he stopped. I stopped with him, expecting words of wisdom; maybe another lecture.
"My great grandfather had once had this theory--how the land of Washington was made to be magical. That spirits flew around seperate regions, looking for a body they can rest in. They choose us to be mortal again; even if for a little while. Maybe, a spirit came to us and maybe thats why were mon--."
He stopped himself. He knew what he wanted to say. But I could tell he couldn't bring himself to say the very word. They were much better than that. They were much better than the monsters others had made them to be.
I wanted to grab their hands at that point, and tell them they were far from monsters.
But my own reality stopped me from saying it.
Because I wasn't far off from a monster myself.