Here I sit, eyes planted on a lady bug trapped on my side of the fence, trapped inside instead of outside.  She, on four legs, myself, on two, she climbs and climbs to the same spot on the window over and over again.  Just under the blinds yet, if she were to be crawling outside, she would have landed atop the bedded stem of plants.  Up and up, again, stopping just shy of the blinds as if the color blue is threatening, terrifying her eyes, absorbing into her heart, her heart that beats blue but when she is beat; Bleeds red.  Flying back down to stage one, ground zero, alone where she is both safe and a danger all at once.  A ground where feet trampled carelessly. A ground she eventually got tired of trying to higher herself from because now she sits, turned around, facing me.  Watching me on my hands and knees, stretching, pulling, screaming; Reaching for something to believe in.  She watches me walk up the street, to the end of the driveway, turn around and fall back down again.  Wondering if I fell hoping to land softly in one mans arms, wondering why it is that I would want to be anywhere but home.  "But, little miss ladybug, you are filled with luck, you can find the strength to get past the blue, you are the color orange because tree is a fire that burns inside of you."  Igniting the glass to melt and warp into some sort of portal; A passage in time in which she made it to the other side of the window, in which I made it to the top of the driveway, through the front door only to realize that all I entered was a house.  Locking me inside, degrading locks causing me to be kept apart from my heart.  "Come on little miss lady, let's show them that we've got nothing left to lose but these mazes in our heads."  Stepping away from the starting line, pulling back on the knot in my stomach, swinging full speed, shattering the glass, decapitating the locks.  Locking us away from "us" Panting, sweating, standing up on two feet, watching in relief as little miss lady flew through the smashes glass to a place where she could just be.  Standing up on two feet, dropping the knot, taking one glance in your direction, whispering under my breath.. "I leave my house to see you but it feels like I'm heading home."
                          - S. Mia
                   October 28 2014