Let's swim to the moon Let's climb through the tide You reach your hand to hold me But I can't be your guide
a wrinkle in time
“Please!” He cried after her, still chasing after her. He didn’t understand - why he was the one running towards, not away, why he wasn’t running in the other direction. Why she had started running in the first place, those months back. Why he hadn’t run with her. “Pip, stop!” His heart was pounding in his chest, backpack hitting his back with every step. It was rare that James didn’t trip over his feet moving faster than a walk, but he was being successful. So far. He’d nearly lost Pip once, he couldn’t bear the thought of it happening again.
“No, no, no,” she mumbled under her breath, keeping her head down the whole time. This, she figured, was the best way to get away from him. She knew she shouldn’t have came back- it was too much for her to handle. The poor girl found her way sliding through people, hurrying her body and stumbling. This stumble only got her so far. Soon she hit hard against a man in a suit, spinning quickly around and finding herself against the brick wall of a building. “Shit,” she whispered.
(Source: moonlightdriver)
a wrinkle in time
James had paused by a flower bush to prod at the petals, brain conjuring up the scientific name for each part of the bloom. It was something he occasionally wished he wasn’t so good at, or that he could channel it more into his art, but he hadn’t ever had any luck with it. He turned away from the bush, and saw her. The memories, once sweeter than chocolate, but now bitter and painful, welled up from deep in his heart where he’d buried them. His breath hitched, and then he was off, tripping over his own oversized feet to catch the elusive girl. With hair like fire and a laugh like windchimes. “W-wait!” he called, almost desperately. “Please, just - wait!”
She didn’t think she’d see this man this soon. She thought it wouldn’t happen ever again. It was silly and wrong and childish. Love was supposed to be easy, but when she hurt the people she thought she loved, it was a whole different story. She thought she was protecting him by running away but that wasn’t true. The red head didn’t even say anything. She just turned around and started walking, quickly, away from him, pretending that she hadn’t heard a thing. Six months ago she would have ran to him, she would have jumped to him like he was her oxygen but now running was the easiest thing she could do. She liked the book to remain open.
(Source: moonlightdriver)
a wrinkle in time
James was one of a kind. Off in his own little world and flying among the clouds, coloured yellow and green and an ever twisting kaleidoscope, that was what he saw. The tracks in the dirt under his feet were a miniature mountain range, and he the giant that trampled tiny villages under foot. He grinned, a breathy laugh escaping his lips as rhymes floated through his mind. His old leather sack sat in the low of his back, just - walking. Moving freely through the town he’d passed through a while ago, enjoying the vibe.
The red headed girl was permanently on edge, twisting through the streets. She didn’t like running into people from her past, it was just like walking into an unlikeable storybook. She was Alice all over again, but she wasn’t this romantic character in a beautiful world. Pip was at war, a place she hated to be. Then she saw that brown haired boy. Her heart, confused at first, fluttered with this unattainable energy that he could run up to him, but she couldn’t. She tripped over her own legs, stumbling backwards,
(Source: moonlightdriver)
a wrinkle in time
And here was Pip, a long legged red headed girl who found her way through life reading old beat up books and wore a pair of worn out brown loafers. It had been six months since she had left, picked up, and vanished. She didn’t make many phone calls or wrote many letters. That was typically Pip, not really the kind of woman who really liked to be around. She was a constant dream or some sort of children’s book. Her spirit was parched from the small California town. And when she came back, it was like a suffocated gasp, almost as if hadn’t exactly left, however there was a strain to her, a strain she couldn’t truly figure out why it had left at all. But Pip was back, back on those small streets and just stood there, forever lost from where she had been there forever. The problem was the man, the man she thought to had been with. Her whole body was intense to the spine, ready to run if her eyes looked back at his eyes. It’d be too much to see him again. Never seeing him again would be better.
