she found herself in the same position. tired and bothered as hell. but something was different. there was this energy surrounding her, bright as candle lights. her knees trembled with the wind. she knew now the difference between the stories of the skies and the adventures of the sea.

there was a look of hope in her eyes. something she told me she had forgotten. she never told a soul, but you can hear it in her voice.

a parade of shadows trailed behind her foot prints, waiting to play with her again. but this time, she didn’t look back. with clenched fists, she held onto the echos of her happiness. glowing with the patterns of laughter.

but when she felt weak, the shadows danced around her light. chanting the haunts which she forced to let go so many times before. however, she has mates that pull her away from the fog and into the ocean. always there for her with bouquets peonies and tea leaves. her light continues to shine.

now, if only she could get him to notice her light…