When Curious Girls Overlook Fatal Cracks

At some point in my priorly dreary existance,  I belonged to myself in a complete sense,  Content in my lonely gypsy way of living,  For I had never been privy to the curious foriegn theory that my vagabond soul could seek comfort and company in another

But one fateful night, a frog wearing many rings paid visit to me in my dreams,  Held in his bejewled fingers lay a crystal ball,  Within the mystical sphere he presented to me a euphoria,  A universe parallel to any I had ever known to be possible,  He told me this land would court my restless spirit,  And that finally my outcasted nomadic way of existance would be cherished highly,  It was all just beyond my reach,  The hope he blew into me,  To my naked eye, I saw no cracks,  Trying my best to be wary,  For I could not help that my soul drank up the lovely cliches that bled from the frogs tounge like sugar venom,  I grazed my fingertips across the sphere's surface,  They became fluid,  Gliding gracefully like tears slipping down a face,  Never once catching onto a jagged line of jutting crystals

The frog must have sensed my mesmerization,  So with an effortless wave of his bejewled fingers he brought about the image that would destroy my nagging need to be wary and seal my fate completely,  Within the foggy glass a breathtaking portrait was painted,  Beyond crystal walls lay a vision of the first creatures of my own kind I had ever laid eyes on,  And they were magnificent,  Exquiste creatures,   I could feel their minds, so alike mine it shocked me like lightening coursing through me,  This was the vision that doomed me sweetly and beautifully,   Maybe, in retrospect, it was all just a mirage,  A fabrication of the frogs based on what he knew I would sign my precious soul over for,   But no matter, I was entranced by this newfound knowledge that there were more of my kind in existance,  I craved their company to a point of madness,  Slave to the feeble, wishful notion that my vagabond soul could be understood,  And the tireless, underlying instinct to belong

The frog sold me a surity he could get me to them,  So with my eyes of a child, putting my trust in magic, wonder and the enchanting sage words of a stranger,  I believed him, I still believe him,   Thus with my trust in his hands he threw me callously into the merciless cutting crystal walls,  The journey was much more tedious than I had once anticipated,  Having overlooked the agony sharp, jutting crystals would inevitably inflict,   But the feeble, wishful notion of belonging still had complete control over every ounce of my being,   And sent me continously penitrating deeper into the crystal walls,  Following the frog's sage words I finally broke through to the herd that had sent me into the impulsive painstaking dive to begin with

And I loved them, I loved them, I loved them

Long before I ever should have                                                                                                    

Long before what was ever safe                                                                                                  

Long before they ever loved me

And maybe it was because the mere sight of these creatures had sent my sense of wary and caution to the wind,   Never to return back to me, fed up with my incessant ignoring of its wisdom,  Not taking heed to its warning of how they would stroke and sooth my soul without ever even attempting,   How solely their presence would with me a such a euphoric gaiety it was as if my veins had been filled with the nectar of the Gods,   And they flew through my nectar veins like heavenly hummingbirds,  And maybe it was because my spirit had been deprived of kindred souls for so long that I allowed my love for them to pleasantly drown me

I belonged with them and I believed it

But tragically enough in the end, the tides changed,  There was a crack my fingers slipped over,   One the frog who wore many rings did not care to mention,  One that might not have caused such a sharp change in winds if it hadnt have counteracted with my fatal flaw to love so blindly and deeply,  

But alas, the inevitable crack was I no longer belonged with them but to them

And I'd be lying if I told the frog I was angry at him for leading me here under false pretenses,  Or that I was concerned immensly by this change of course

For it was me that was prisoner to the vein that coursed a terror through me that my kind was almost extinct

And that my love for them never would be

I suppose its better to belong to those you love more than yourself anyway

Or maybe that is exactly what makes the crack as venomous as it is

In the end

It might have been my lack of pondering and childlike sense of trust that led me here

                                                       Or

Maybe that crack turned fatal when I banished my caution to the wind                                              Leaving me not caring to monitor the amount of care I was increasingly harboring for those creatures  

And loving them just too much                                                                                                    

Without ever knowing there was such a thing