"I don't pitty him," she thought. as she tucked the phone away. it's so much easier to run then to stay... She yawns and blinks up at the radiating sun. Should have come sooner, but my shorts on and painted her toes. Should have ran at the mountains 'till they were under her feet, should have called him back... should have.

It's just hard ya see. Hard? Coward. Naw it is.. hard to sort it out in your mind. Easier to make eyes blind then to open them on scenes your dieing not to see. She stares out at the mountains. Feels the phone rumble in her pocket. Not sure who it is, but still ignoring it.

"can you explain this to me.. this world this thought.. this same spiral of instances over and over and over?" her mind crosses similar paths. similar trails. often paths less traveled by others. but traveled frequently by her tred. some slow steps and some fast.

it's all the same characters.. ya know. like a play, a magic play. all things you see in the movies. you hear about but they don't actually happen. "except to me," she thinks. She takes a bite of the apple. so simple, so natural, yet a taste of heaven.

all the same characters just different actors. like a casting call really. just different variables. but the problem is the constant.. quite constantly off ya know. The wind blows softly through her wet hair and she closes her eyes to let it kiss her face.

can it not be so nice. to just feel the sun, taste the wind, eat the apple. be free. "no, no because if you are free then everything wants to posses you." she sighs and keeps walking toward the library. such a lovely castle like place. but... you want him? don't you? don't you want a hand to hold. a voice to comfort.. yes.

but it's not the same. "i want to share," not give. not take.. but share... why must everyone always need to have. have have have.

same story. same characters. different actors. same outcome. She turns on her heel, drops her bag.. and runs away.