7/14/09 (1) – Reasons

7/14/09 (1) – Reasons

The soft textures of her face seem to brighten with the days, a glow emenating from her slightly tanned skin. I see her, but she does not see me. I am invisible, but she is invaluable, irreplaceable,  incomprehensible, in the eyes of someone she cannot even know is infatuated with her. She is the sky, covering my world with a sense of wonder, while I, the earth, seek shelter in her embrace, and am forever separated by a reason as simple as the air.

She is lonely. She wallows in the fact that her family is broken, like mine, but she cannot comprehend that all I wish to do, is to be there for her. I want to be the soft white cloud that seem to always be there, comforting the sky in a soft, cottony embrace. But she does not see that. What she sees is big brother, always there to pull her up after she falls, always with a soft word, and a pat of the shoulder.

I want her, like the desert wants rain. I need her, like the earth needs the warm touch of the sun. I see her cry, I see her hurt, but I, can do nothing to help, for she does not see me. And for that reason, I leave her be, until she comes to me. And when she does, big brother is always there to help her up again, forever waiting for her to see through the facade, and perhaps, just perhaps, acknowledge him for who he wants to be.