I could be anywhere right now,
but I am not.

My mind is out there,
within the tree and walking hills.

I am not.

it has been said for ages that a woman
could lead a man willingly to his demise
a song or a dance; a touch or a glance
simple gestures could dumbfound the wise
these have always just been strange stories
tall-tales or faerie-tales, even outright lies
until half a year ago. until the day that I-
became so very lost within her deep blue eyes
                              
it was just a simple look
that's all it took              
my heart missed a beat
then it shook

and in that moment, I finally did realize
how very powerful they can be; a woman's eyes

The trouble is,
everyone wishes to be, seen, heard or simply noticed at all.
The real problem?
That’s being noticed.
or not at all.

All I can hear are screams and whistles,
eyes widened and staring,
mouths licking at the ready
thumbs itching to click.

You want your beam of light on the stage you stand,
but even so, you would be jealous,
for the place you stand, wouldn't be enough room,
just for you.

I’ve seen so many stars caged,
not enough system’s shut.
Envy is no word for me,
but, do you deserve it either.

I could feel him staring, his eyes piercing the flame whilst clenching the head of a bottle. I looked up from twisting the new Flemish string I was making. “Will” I said with a sneering lift in my cheek and keeping my tongue stiff to force back a chuckle. He kept staring, I guess it was amazingly beautiful, the warming fire we had. The travel we had endured from the south had been long and challenging. Rain to fill god’s own goblet had been upon us for days and the wind was no maiden of help. I let him stare just a while longer because this part of the land we were in was damp, and not from the rain, it was damp with people like me. “William, behind you!” I shouted with such the ferocity of a lone wolf fighting of it's own pack from the **** that the stumpy boy shot awake his eyes, coming back into this world of living and stood abruptly to his feet, spinning on his heel and slicing with a dagger that he unsheathed in one simple motion. Before his arm could fully extend he kept turning and stopped looking straight at me. Just watching how fast he did all of that was impressive, but his dancing was even more of a show. “No need to laugh, old man. I didn't know you were lying”. He said sharply in a rough welsh filled with annoyance after I made him wake from his fiery gem. Once my shoulders stopped jiggling up and down from laughter, I came back to crafting my string whilst giving him my reason. “Look around boy, or don’t, you just did a perfect spin for me, I do say it was a perfect motion that even the princess of the eastern lands would be jealous
of”. His eyes tensed with a stabbing look and sat on his **** next to the great oak that sheltered us from the rain. I knew he would listen to me now as I had made his face turn redder than his hair.

To be continued..

What is this? a cluttered room? No, it can’t be.
No space for growth or challenges.
Nothing but books and scraps of scrunched paper failings.
What are you? Myself? is this idiocy I am looking through.
How can you call yourself a mind, a vision, a sound worth hearing.

Listen to me, read carefully and feel my touch.
I am behind you, and within you.
No, you’re not getting it. Look around, you’re alone...I hope.
Oh, of course. No! it’s not sweat on your cheek, it’s me.
I came closer, I tried to stop shouting. I leant in for a closer smell on what you’re thinking.
What I’m thinking? you and I are the same you know.

Excuse me? I said excuse me.
Did you stop listening? did you seriously fall off track to what I’ve been saying this whole time.
Go back, take one more look.
No no no, not what I’ve wrote down for you to look at later incase you forget.
Remember, what did I say earlier. Oh, yes, there it is.
Realisation is your fault. You drift in and out don’t you.

That’s where I came from, you fell from your own line so much that I was left on the curve.
Hello, I am you.
When you throw away that amazing idea on the torn paper.
You put down your dream, why did you do that? why.
Honestly, I’m sad. I can be the nicest guy you’ll ever meet,
but trust me, I can be the worst.
and we are stuck together.
Unless you release me.
Write me. Be me.
You are too great for me to share your mind.

Please. Run.