#she wanders

Art, interesting vintage displays and ice cream in Autumn....some of my favorite things.

She wanders through the hallways that no one will walk. She seems to be unafraid of the unknown. She daydreams of the ocean and doodles in the margins of papers.  She seems all too familiar with this new place. She wanders away from the long, outstretched tables of the cafeteria.  I can't help but marvel at her pale skin and her brown hair that cuts just below to fourth vertebrae of her spine. I walk behind her as she wanders out into the courtyard and sits against a tree.  She closes her eyes and inhales in aroma of fresh notebooks and bananas. I would like to sit next to her. She is breathtaking.  She must take her own breathe away, due to the oxygen tank on her right.  She must have heard my exhales on account of the derhythmic to her inhales.  She has hazel eyes that could saves lives yet pierce souls. She begins to wander through the garden and on into the basketball courts.  As I stay my distance, she wanders back into the hallways of stereotypes. She cannot be a type, she is a beautiful individual. I loose her in the crowd. She wandered away. I felt adrift in her charm. She wandered around the unspoken streets of my mind. Every day I wandered for her, but she never came. I came to see she was the wanderer, not myself.  I was wandering for the wanderer, which would evolve into the disappearance of she. For days without a glimpse of she, the wanderer, I begun to think I would never see her.  She was a thought I did not want to go a day without thinking about.  A vision I did not want to ever loose sight of.  She was a wanderer.  She wandered my mind like a deer running from its prey, and on the 17th day of September she was wandering in the courtyard once again.  She, the wanderer had intrigued my soul. She wandered.