They were average. That was the only way to describe them. They were not exceptionally good-looking or horrendiously ugly. The only outstanding quailty they had was their eyes. Their pale grey eyes. Besides that, they were just normal.

What wasn't normal though, was what they could do. These...beings could travel where no one else could. Planet to planet; dimension to dimension.

The one thing they couldn't do though; stop.

If they stayed in one place too long, they would…

She loved like no other
and this is where it got her.

Alone,
crying,
bleeding on the floor.

She always forgave him,
made excuses,
rationalized reasons,
hid her bruises.

Look at where it
got her.

Alone,
crying,
dying on the floor.

She listened to no one,
blinded by his lies.
Now no one's there with her
as she slips away

I've become so homesick
of liars and fakes.

Their golden misery has
become too much.
All they do include daydreaming
of fame and infamy.

Because of?them all I
dream of is disappearing.

I want is to be more
than an honorable mention
in this generation of
skeptics and non-believers.

Growing up will end up
tearing them apart

I thought we promised

"Best Friends Forever",

I hadn't realized,

Forever's only when

you're in the mood.

Sometimes all I want

is to yell and scream

"I'm not the one

changing for the worse!"

You sit and talk about how

"I scare you"

when really it's nothing

like that at all.

You're the one

turning on your friends,

causing fights,

being catty,

challenging everything

I thought I knew about…