You Walked The Dark Halls.

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And I care so much when I write but suddenly i didn't care at the highschool when no one else would yell the cheers louder than me and I didn't care suddenly in the store joking loud with my sister and I didn't care when people thought i was weird because i hang out in the corner and wear dark clothes and makeup and like what I like and I don't care

And the fleeting feeling I get from writing what's on my mind getting it out like a cleanse like I'm vomiting up all the bottled up things I wanted to say to you after being sick for so so long the coldness of your embrace or rather your lack thereof one will fade with the warm summer weather and the flowers blooming in my grandmother's backyard the wrinkles on her hands remind me of the passing time I'll never see the wrinkles on your hands someone else will I'll never see the ring on your hand but I hope it's glistening like the light in your eyes when you mention music

You were always interested in humans. Ever since you were a little girl, they've fascinated you. Even though the others had always warned you about how dangerous they were, how much your kind had infatuated them with ideas of catching and capturing.... It didn't matter. All you dreamed about was to be human, to see one, to talk to one. You often rebelled, rather that be swimming too far out to shore or stealing left behind treasures, it drove your parents mad.

One day, you were swimming about, looking for some new trinket or jewelry, something lost in the ocean by a human. However, there didn't seem to be anything worth taking today. It was sunny and bright, and you decided to check it out, to get some fresh air. Obviously, you were cautious, but curiosity still overcame you. When you popped your head out of the water, you saw a ship. This intrigued you. You lived in a rather desolate and rather dangerous spot of the ocean that people - let alone pirates - ever crossed through.

The ship was large, wooden, and it had huge sails with an odd sort of emblem on it that you could only describe as some sort of...bug? With wings. You've learned about humans and the things on the land. This one was new, though, a long-ish bug, wings poking out of the sides. It was pretty.

But the ship wasn't the only thing that caught your eyes. There was a woman. Her hair, aburn, glistening in the scorching sun, her hat placed high on her head, a captain? Must be.

You swam closer, your purple iridescent scales simmered under the sunlight, your long dark hair flowing behind you. When you popped your head back up, you hid behind a large rock. Getting a closer look at her face, it was littered with freckles, her flowy blouse swaying with every wind that passed...

You've seen humans before. But this, this was different. You couldn't exactly explain it.. but something about this woman, this... captain, made you more intrigued. You wanted to swim closer, to risk it all. And in the midst of your observing... she saw you, eyes met. No, eyes locked. You snapped out of it, dipping beneath the surface. Had you really just let a human see you! You should turn away, swim home, and avoid the surface for a while. But you don't, you don't turn away. Infact you look again, rising to the surface once more.

She's still looking, but she doesn't say anything. She doesn't call out to a crew member. She isn't even suprised, she just grins. Her eyes shimmer. They're like emeralds, beckoning you closer, calling your name.

So you swim closer.

I hope we never stop being friends

I would really like to move to Amsterdam with you

And ride bikes to markets

And walk in parks

And listen to records and play chess

When we talk I forget the nightmares

And when we talk I don't remeber how sad I am for a bit

Your haikus are my favorite time of the day

Watching my separated parents interact is so interesting. Do you still think about each other? I mean, there was a point in your life when you thought you'd be together forever, right?

Birds sing better songs on Wednesdays

My coffee tastes best when it's the color of your eyes