Amidst all chaos, you will find her standing at the intersection. Staring blankly at the come and go’s, the to and fro’s. A girl who became too tired to take a step and to observe the traffic lights for she had followed them a hundred times before. Only to be left a fool.
Stop. Ready. Go.
When you find her, you will see all the signal lights in her eyes. You will hear about the stops she took just because the world said she can’t. And that she mustn’t. On how her voice faded into silence because she listened to the whining siren of the people instead to the beat of her heart.
You will hear about the times she spent waiting for the light to signal ready. On how she whispered to herself with fists clenched, “Yes, you can.” On how long she waited for a hint that love is ready for her and that she is ready for love. But it never came.
You will hear about the crash. On how she braved to cross the highway despite her trembling knees but no matter how cautious she was, some people just came speeding through with a blaring light. And she was left to do the only thing she can— she faced the blow head on.
Amidst all chaos, you will find her standing with a bag full of messy past. Staring blankly at the come and go’s, the to and fro’s. A girl who longs to break the rules and, for once, set her own course. When you find her, you will have the choice to leave. But amidst all her chaos, she waits for someone who will have the guts stay.
Stop. Ready. Go.
Here’s a little something I wrote for a joint project with Voldemort.
hopeless hopeful romantic to another, hope you enjoy it. See you at the intersection! 😉