Static

“When I first met you, I felt a kind of contradiction in you. You’re seeking something, but at the same time, you are running away for all you’re worth.”

― Haruki Murakami

She was static. A constant push and pull as you leaned in for more. She was the wind that slipped through your fingertips and brushed through your hair. Gentle but elusive. You could not catch her if you tried. She had the habit of being both things at once. She was hot with passion and cold with carelessness. The only thing that she was consistent about was inconsistency. She was left and right but she could never get it right within. She slept but never rested. She was the calm and the storm. She was internally conflicted in her worth today and convinced she was of high value tomorrow. She was today and tomorrow. She lived in the future but could only commit to the moment. She was arrogant yet insecure of what she was capable of. And although they could not hold her, they could smell the uncertainty as she passed them by. She could smell their fear. It was in her essence and essential to her way of life. It was undeniably alluring but down right terrifying because a girl who is good is boring. A girl who is bad is a lot of work. But a girl who is neither and yet both, is one you should watch out for. She was undefined in life and love. She was never satisfied, never certain and never herself or anyone else. She was a flight risk that took off before you gave the signal. She was a gamble that left you broke. She was all or nothing but you could never have all of her. She was the ultimate ultimatum. She was static and they were shocked.

 


 

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