Post by Oki W. Nanda on Oct 27, 2012 8:23:57 GMT -8
Silhouette against the sunrise, a small woman with a towering boat oar. What had she been doing? Where had she gone? It didn't matter. Very little mattered. She'd lost much of her sense in this pounding madness. Unfit. She'd left it behind. They were safe with the false uncle. And now she'd come back seeking... what? She watched the ebb and flow of the water. She was not the same woman as before. But in this changing world, who can remain the same?
Paddle embedded into the sand, she pulled waist length chocolate hair into a messy ponytail. She no longer bothered to hide the scars from the fire. From her madness. Monster The thought lingered a moment. The pain she'd been in. The book she'd written, the heart she'd broken. The light she had lost. The darkness she had gained. It was all worthless now, wasn't it.
Small hand resting against her middle, watching the sun shimmer off the rolling waves. She missed them. Missed Him. How had she lost her mind? They had been so precious. So perfect. Her only token of him. She'd left them with the false uncle. She was the one who was... what had the word been? Unfit. She always wondered how they were. She never sought them. They were alive. He was gone. They were safe. She missed him. She believed they were safe. It was really the only lingering hope.
Gathering Paddle, picking up her bag and the sea flowers- it was time to move away from the sea. Back into the fallen land of gangs and madness. To see what was there, to find what would be found. Perhaps to regain some semblance of what she once was. Perhaps just to fall apart from the inside once again. Only time would tell.
Paddle embedded into the sand, she pulled waist length chocolate hair into a messy ponytail. She no longer bothered to hide the scars from the fire. From her madness. Monster The thought lingered a moment. The pain she'd been in. The book she'd written, the heart she'd broken. The light she had lost. The darkness she had gained. It was all worthless now, wasn't it.
Small hand resting against her middle, watching the sun shimmer off the rolling waves. She missed them. Missed Him. How had she lost her mind? They had been so precious. So perfect. Her only token of him. She'd left them with the false uncle. She was the one who was... what had the word been? Unfit. She always wondered how they were. She never sought them. They were alive. He was gone. They were safe. She missed him. She believed they were safe. It was really the only lingering hope.
Gathering Paddle, picking up her bag and the sea flowers- it was time to move away from the sea. Back into the fallen land of gangs and madness. To see what was there, to find what would be found. Perhaps to regain some semblance of what she once was. Perhaps just to fall apart from the inside once again. Only time would tell.
