I, only,

(photo by me)
The blackest hair, falling over me
I remember those dreams.
I remember fishnets and emptiness
I never thought of freedom,
I walked the streets at night alone.
My days were spent on conversations,
having nothing to do when I left home,
strangers found me.
Wrapped me up in their pale arms, with blue viens and black braclets,
I realized they're vibrant, burning lives
they stood out like wild-fires.
and they burnt out eventually...

I wear a mask, but the eyes are the same
everytime I shut them
I dream of bare feet and no names.
I dream only of being free.
-
Amber Lamb-Noel