Passing through

There's a traveling girl reaching through my hands, curiously testing the lock on every door she stumbles across as she explores this most interesting realm. This world with it's laws that seem so real and she laughs at the part of me that believes they are. There's a traveling girl, timeless, brilliant and mad to live on the edge of every truth ever told, every rule ever made, every game ever played. She enjoys the view through my eyes, she thinks outside my mind from a deeper place inside... and she never ceases reaching through my hand towards the handle of every door that I'd always planned (for practicality's sake) to leave unopened. She'd prefer the locks be broken, the words be spoken and reality tested till its forgotten or bested ~ by this traveling girl exploring this fascinating world ~ where people believe in the rules of time, the limits of gravity and oh so gladly follow the standards set by all the others that explored this place before... But not her, none of the rules apply to her, because she's just a traveler passing through. 

Charity Joy