Writing

Come on,

just another step.

Come on,

just another breath.

Come on,

just another swallow

of the pain that makes you hollow.

Just one more sweet smile

Characters:

JAMES: A wrestler, very calm and collected, except out on the mat in the spotlight. 

SHADOW: A strictly rule-following entity, always carrying a large book, gets flustered easily 

Imagine you are a grandma, whose favorite hat is an intricate straw number, passed down from her grandma, and crafted with loving hands by her great aunt, it makes her feel beautiful and young again, always putting a smile on her face.

The distance you put between us is beyond seen,

can't believe the length I've went just to get you to want me.

Now all you do is haunt my dreams,

making my thoughts slowly bleed,

I could worry about the little things 
The little things that don't matter
The material things 
The things nobody but myself sees

When I am no longer myself  
And you are no longer yourself  
Will we meet again?