star.
star. raven. and i forgot why she wrote that next to her name. a
wingnut. so they called her. and maybe she was. living in her own
world. with dragons and rainbow smurfs. but for a time i knew her. and
we hugged. and kissed. and i took care of her for a day. but after. i
couldnt handle. the outbursts. the dependency. and she needed me to
find her a place to sleep. and i helped her one night. but i couldnt
every. because she needed to be brought. she was like a child. yelling
at this man. screaming at him to show her his ID. how old are you. i
dont believe you. i want to see some ID. i WANT to see some ID. and
she screamed. and all i could so was sit and watch as everyone stared.
i needed to draw. i couldnt take care of her all day. so i avoided
her. and she found someone else to take care of her. she always does.
the world she lived in. created over many years. she sang for me a
folk tale. of a girl who went to the mountains. and a dragon. and a
fairy. and she played the music of her land. such strange music. such
beautiful music. played on a flute she got from a king beyond a place
where the rainbow smurfs had not wanted her to reach. but she did. and
on the flute. carved a sign of peace. not the peace sign. another
strange scribble. i asked. she said it meant peace. and the night she
slept in my air conditioning unit with me. she had said. in the
morning. how a rainbow smurf had knocked her out the night before. and
she would have conversations with ghosts. as we walked. they called
her a wingnut. star. she called herself a fairy.
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