I stare out the window some three stories up off the ground.
I could live up here, never having to worry about the world below.
I can see the tops of the trees and all their branches reaching up.
And so did I.
I was always scared of highest, but I no longer feel that fear.
I only fear that I feel nothing.
Not a thing.
I’m sure if you’d pinch me I’d feel a form of pain but emotionally I’m lost.
As if I no longer have a voice speaking to me, I no longer occupy my own mind.
I’m absent, vacant.
I wish to be like the trees, above my problems, above my worries.
But again maybe I am like the trees.
Always reaching for something I’ll never truly touch or have.
I have a friend
One who I'll ask anything
I call her
"The all knowing Tori"
And laugh as it goes to her head
I trust her with my life
And my deepest darkest secrets
She watches me
When I'm at my lowest
And calms me down
When I'm at my highest
I love this girl
As a sister
And I'll never let her go
Even if I have to fight
The voice in my head
Every time I tell her something big