"Pazi čovječe da ne hodaš
malen ispod zvijezda"
"Be careful, human,
not to walk little under the stars"
A.B. Šimić
...oOo...
With the first raspy breath of dawn, night settles for the last time gently on her lips and dies there in quiet despair. In her mind there is a boy with black hair and onyx eyes, red and black and reverse, with a cold sinister smile and a regal posture.
She turns her green eyes mournfully to the world outside her window and her gaze catches birds flying off the rooftop across her apartment. A heavy sigh escapes her mouth and she wills herself away from crying again. It's a sad fact for her to admit that she is slowly, bit by little bit, going more and more insane as every day passes with deathly shadows and translucent hopes. She turns her head back to the world inside her room, closes her eyes, wishing herself away from this painful reality and from the golden haired boy laying next to her in bed.
He's embracing her too tightly for her to ever be let go and given a chance to escape to where she wants to be, and sometimes she's not even sure if the other one would be there waiting for her. She slips back into the world of dreams, restless and with tangible sense of loss in every part of what she has come to be.