SpotLight City

Curious.

I just want to know you!

It’s peculiar being on the other end of the spectrum. Being the one so confused and shrouded by someone else’s mystery that you don’t know which way is up and what’s going on but all you know is that you want them. I’m usually the one hiding behind masks and smiling my way out of conversations. But I am pouring my soul out to this girl and all she does is half-tilt her smile up at every horror story.

It’s an odd feeling and I’m not sure if I’m fond of it. But she has my interest, something that I will admittedly say is difficult to entertain. Yet she holds it. Tight in her palm and hushed by the flashes of her emotions that I can only barely glimpse, she holds it.

I can’t decide if I’m willing to trust her with more than that.

Why? Who?