Obsessive
She moved among them,
she danced her own.
Unlike their norm,
she was made known.

From unnatural distance,
I watched and admired.
Her unique style,
her mind I desired.

To be there,
but another place.
Away from their bore,
in her familiar space.

Some where that she knows,
some one who is I.
Some when that is ever,
some way I can try.

Hard as a rock,
but rolls like rain.
I try,
but will I see again.

Her before me,
above or with.
Alone I wish,
though likely with.

The what is ever,
and fine with me.
I expected,
it to be.

Oh, play, the thoughts,
and mystery be.
Till thoughts are true,
they play with me.
The sixth Kass poem.

It was during lunch, at school, and a tv was set up in the hall, just outside the lunch room.
It was playing the video of the Homecoming (I think) dance.
I decided to watch some of it, and I saw Kass dancing.