Dreams Can Come True

I glided across the water, towards white tips of the murky green wake. I hit the wake at lightning speed, I pushed off the water, throwing myself into a head over heels spin, a back flip 360. So many things ran through my head, but the dominate part was saying land this, and you’ll go pro, land this and you’ll go pro. My world spun to a stop, when my board crashed into the bottomless blue waves. The boat pulled me and my board gently across the water. My dad screamed from the driver seat of the boat, I landed it, I landed it! The realization hit me I could go pro. I could do what I love, and have people cheer me on from the shores, more than just my friends and family, people i wouldn’t even know would come to see me, to cheer me on.

 I jumped, popping little jumps here there, I glided out of the wake again, and this time with the confidence of what I had done, I glided back into the wake pushing hard throwing myself into the air again, this time for a double back flip. My head was in the clouds my dad was screamed for me to stop, I didn’t listen I flipped over, and over brushing the water with my board, as I landed the double back flip. My dad was ecstatic his screams pounded across the water, I felt like I was flying still, I couldn’t have been happier. The small town dreams of girl made big with water, a rope, and a board.

I was blindsided by what I had done, the rest of the night was a blur, I couldn’t believe what I had done.

~TheGirlOnTheHill~

Blank Page Blank Slate

A blank page a blank slate, the feeling of his arms strong and, sturdy, rapping around me holding me from behind, comforting me, I felt as if I could fly. My wings would spread, penetrating the smooth fog filled air, pearly whiteness lifting me up into the air, launching me high above the rest of my complicated indigo life. If only, if only this feeling of blissful happiness lasted, the world would be so much easier.  I try to be honest, but I’ve come to the conclusion that I can only be honest with myself, to save myself that heart splitting hurt, when my secrets are compromised, or my hear is stolen, and broken.

From first glance, there was a spark, an undeniable spark between us. The way you look at me, the way you smile when you catch me glancing your way, we have no history, and this is the first I have known of you.

“I love you Cameron James Scott” I say, gazing into your liquid brown eyes, wondering what my fate is, now that I have admitted the obvious.

“I love you to” you repeat to me, you lean forward ever so slightly, I knew what was coming, as you laid your baseball scared hand on the side of my face, as if cupping a delicate wild flower. The perfect moment, both of us sat there, in that tiny-pink-roofed-white-plastic play house, with nothing but each other. I leaned in ever so slightly; the air around me was cold, blowing through the little window with purple shudders. The scene around me seemed slightly foolish, foolishness or not, that didn’t stop you from leaning in that fraction of inch, that separated are lips. We met in the middle, of a tangled love story; you kissed me as. I leaned back, my heart fluttered, my first kiss, everyone says it will be paramount, but to me… it was better. That indescribable feeling of butterflies in your stomach, the dizziness that resides to your head, all a staggering effect of that one kiss, eighteen miraculous seconds of my life, I will never forget.

~TheGirlOnTheHill~

Honesty

I try to be honest, but I've come to the conclusion that I can only be honest with my myself. To save myself the heart spilting hurt, when my secrets are compromised, or my heart is stolen and broken.

~TheGirlOnTheHill~

Blue, what am I?

How could you call me just blue? I’m more than that, I’m deep shadowy indigo, I am deep and unknowable as well as profound. I have hidden secrets, among untold stories, of cobalt and navy. You see me in the sky, as well as the water. I am bottomless azure, combined with multilayered sapphire. I am unfathomable copious cerulean. You say you are me when you are sorrowful, but worship me when I stretch the expanse of our world. You dive into me to escape the fiery heat. You wear me on your cloths and plant me in your gardens. I am abysmal with hidden secrets, unknowable enigmatic qualities. You know who I am now, so you shall no longer call me just blue.

~TheGirlOnTheHill~