And now I know your shades of purple.
Where they came from.
And I'm sorry I tried to paint them red.

Umbrella - Chapter 1

She ran as fast as she could. Looking back every now and then. 

Stumbling upon rocks, wood and her own feet.

She was scared out of her wits, or was she?

A trespasser would assume so. And maybe she was. The darkness of the night started to seep into her pores. Dissolving in her blood making her limbs go weak. But she had acres to cross and alleys to walk.

She had to escape. She needed to get away. Now more than ever.

The road felt sharp and warm under her feet. Imprinting its patterns into her soft skin. 

The softness that once was.

Hearing them howling like wolves behind her back. Some dragging their hockey sticks along with them adding scratching sounds to the already creepy background noise. The crickets, the distant trains and a ‘chowkidaar’ whistling to make sure there weren’t any burglars around.

And for once that whistle did not drift her brain into a million questions that popped into her thoughts. Like what does a whistle have to do with catching thieves? How could you make sure people were sleeping?

But today she ran. She ran eliminating all her thoughts. She ran for the love of God, for freedom and for her self satisfacation. Or self respect?

The creeps were nearing. Right behind her heels and she had to dodge them.

Somehow.

The ground beneath her feet started to move faster than herself.

The heat from the strong concrete excreted heat into her feet. She so badly wanted to sit somewhere, preferably near the lake that just passed. Dive into that pure liquid, wash all her worries and her soul.

Wash off the darkness and the heat.

Take me to a place so holy

That I can wash this from my mind

But she knew better than to stop. Better than to let those wolves capture her again.

And so she ran faster.

Faster than she had ever imagined she could.

Reciting a prayer in her head she ran for her life blindly into a narrow alley that ended into a crossroad.

Yes. This could be it. Her escape. Her new beginning.

Looking back one last time she dove into the dark bushes aligning the road.

A forest.

She hid behind what seemed like an oak tree. A shelter.

Catching her breath. Holding it in. She watched the goons looking for her frantically. Some heading towards the right and the others straight.

But could this have been this easy? Just dodging them into the darkness? Where they that easily fooled?

So she sat there longer. Praying. Squinting her eyes shut. She prayed to God. All of them. That someone would listen. And she’d be set free like a bird.

They imagined of fitting the world in that polka dotted box
And resizing their hearts into an elephant.

The letter arrived today
Smelling of fresh coffee beans and nutty pesto.
Combinations? Nope!

And you've started quoting songs, making conversations in your head.

You're all about red and blue.

We've written words through whispers
And crossed mountains in blinks
Letting our yearning evaporate our thirst from the core.

One day

" I love you Dex. I just don't like you anymore" - One day, David Nicholls.

The nights were warmer,
Scented purple and green.
You around the nook
And I?, well I was always yellow.

And I trace along the yellows I've colored

And stars I've made.

Because the next shooting star is the wish in my fist.