madness in my (head) : open

megan graves.
(for character swap week : phunke!)

I feel like a tiny twig compared to the sky-scraping trees around me, like with one blow of wind my body will bones will fall off their hinges and all that will be left is my skin, floating in the wind. And then maybe someone will want to catch me, like a balloon (maybe they don't want the wish) and they will keep me as my own instead of the current family, even though all I am to them is just left-overs; good enough to eat, but only there because they didn't want anything else. Not that I minded much, better in a wealthy house than on the streets. Me, if you didn't know, is a home, too. I have foundations and all types of pipes running through me, and I can make certain things work when I want to, and I even have something to support! My guitar.

That piece of wood is always on my back, on my shoulders, on my stomach. It swings all around from side-to-side when I walk, but it never bothers me because I'm used to it. As I walk I start strumming the strings mindlessly until I can find a place to sit. But there is no room for sitting anywhere near me - it's too crowded - so I find a crate and an old box, and set up shop. Yep, that's right, I start to preform. "Tonight I'm staring at the moonlight, tonight I'm wondering how this could've felt so right." I start to sing, strumming my strings like I do it everyday (which I do), like it's as easy as breathing. I sit up on the box and just look at my criss-crossed feet, my mocha feet almost blending into the brown crate like a blue bird and the sky.

I take in the crisp air in one breath, and continue singing. "And I could say it was a good time, but I can hardly say a thing. He's got you right where he wants you, right where he wants you." A crowd of people come around me, but I barely blush at all because I'm used to it - used to all the eyes being on me. And I promise I won't disappoint because I'm Megan Graves and also disappointing means embarrassment (I don't want to be embarrassed anymore). "He's going outside in the middle of the night with you, tell me what I'm supposed to do! No I'm fine, I can go another time with you, but tell me why would I want to?" No embarrassment.