She sat contemplating her future--the molten sky fading into the serene blue marine layer, the marching on of the tides and times and she was satisfied. Satisfied in a new chapter, in a new life, in the finish of the sunset and the dawn of a new day. A sudden newness had settled around her, a cushion of thrilling ease was setting the tone for a new journey, one which would not be undertook alone. A child-like wonder drew all fear from any plausible snag- a surge of adventure forging any feebleness to furrow into the velvet hills and lie in peace. Yes-- she had met her match, to which there was no doubt, and suddenly it became the time for the rest of her life to begin.
So this, my dear friend, is the truth in its horrifying entirety, and we shall discover together what exactly it is that we seek. The intention here, is to tell my story and to purge all existence until I stand pure and full of light, face forward.
12.05.2011
Open // Book
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12.01.2011
Dissolved // Girl (i)
Lights out. Eyes up to
the stars, to the skies that drink
us in while we sink.
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