Yves Tumor

There is a purple girl that walks behind the library. This alone is not at all abnormal, except it is always between three o'clock and five o'clock in the morning. Maybe she is another insomniac and on a college campus I should not be surprised, but she doesn't have the fake enthusiasm of someone who cannot rest their mind. 

I have seen her for three months and the way she walks is something I cannot get out of my mind. I would say I dream about her but I do not dream. She never hurries like she has somewhere to be, she is walking slowly so she can set her feet. She is climbing Mount Everest, determined not to the let mountain that has claimed so many lives, take hers too. 

Maybe I shouldn't use so many metaphors when I am trying to figure out people. Plainly speaking I just could not understand what the fuck was wrong with her. So at exactly 3:25 I waited in the back door of the library by the coffee shop that was barely functioning. I was going to catch the climber.

I heard her before I saw her. When she finally stomped out of sight I slowly started walking behind her. Ducking in bushes and looking around buildings kept me out of the sight of my nightmare/dream until she disappeared right before the pond on campus. It was as if she had just flown away.

I heard splashes and ran. My climber had not reached the top yet.

What was she doing throwing away her shoes.