You are Free

"My head hurts." She said leaning closer, placing her elbows on her knees.

Her expression changed slightly.

Eyebrows scrunched together.

Eyes staring downward.

Mouth pinched up.

Her thinking face.

She looked at me after a few seconds, breaking her trance temporarily.

"I worry to much." she laughed.

"That's why my head hurts."

"It always hurts when I worry."

She laughed at herself quickly before her eyebrows scrunch again.

She could only look me in the eye for a second before feeling too vulnerable.

"Why is it that some people think too much?" she asked not looking at me.

"Why is that?" she asked again.

"I mean I worry more than anyone I know." she said softly looking me directly in the eye.

She looked down.

"And you, you seem like you are careless and-"

It seemed as though the words got caught in her throat.

I looked at her with concern.

She smiled and shook her head.

"I'm jealous of you." She whispered.

"You are unbothered and I am so worrisome."

"I," she puts her hand directly on her heart, "I'm so confined."

"Like a caged up zoo animal."

"I am jealous of you because you seem so liberated."

She bore her eyes into mine.

Her voice became hushed.

At the same time filled with immense amounts of emotion.

"I am jealous of you because you are free."