It was Sunday.
Naturally she had gone into Church,
But none sat.
None stood.
None were present in the building with her.
The music played a peaceful melody,
Sad, but she had been inspired.
The music played until it was unbearable.
She burst out into tears.
She wept into the corner.

“What’s wrong?” They asked.

She woke up.

Near and far.
Away and closer than you think.
You creep through the woods.
Not knowing yet a thing of where you are.
You are lost.
You find yourself sobbing.
"Hello"
You whisper in your own ear.
"Goodbye"
She whispers back.

As we rode our bikes,
through the fresh air,
along the beach,
through the woods,
through the fields,
but not everything has
a happy ending.
The fresh air soon becomes humid.
The beach becomes flooded.
The woods become filled with thorns.
The fields are perfect places for tornadoes.
Not everything has a bad ending.
The fresh air makes you breathe easy.
The beach has a beautiful sunset.
The forest has a wonderful breeze.
The field makes you feel so small and free.