Stranger

Dark eyes, full of rage. So unfamilar. A stranger in my wake. They haunt me , taunt me, laugh at me . I have come so obsessesd with the strangers eyes. My heart slows when those intense eyes stare so furously at me. I can't breathe, I can't run away. There's a soul inside those tourcherd eyes that I want to find. The story behind those sad black eyes is buried so deep within. Words so lost, so unknown , A story that needs to be told. But how, when? As the hours fly by , i stare and stare at my strangers eyes. They grow cold . Grown to stone.

I notice the stars falling from my dear strangers eyes, wet with wild emotion. Finally set free from its wood framed cage.

The light comes out and the wooden frame cracks in to small pieces , shattered glass cuts our feet, my stranger and me as we run to the sun. My stranger suddenly stops, mouth open wide, and screams ,of rage, of heart break, of freedom at last, a strange laugh escapes her lips, escapes from me.

My stranger is me.