Apr 2016
Enter protagonist.
Nothing special or out of the ordinary about her that the average eye could see.
Nothing enticing about the way she simply existed, wishing to accomplish something without knowing what.
Nothing out of the ordinary, at least not on the surface.
Every morning was the same, a routine of sorts, that consisted of waking up generally excited for the hours ahead and being disappointed when she realized they had nothing to offer her but tired people putting on fake smiles,
Just getting by with nothing but apathy and narrow hallways to lead the way.
More than anything she wanted to do something with herself, to explore what the world had to offer her.
She wanted to experience everything and anything,
But the confines of small town living and oppressive thoughts seemed to stop her from finding her purpose.
Life for her was not measured in time, but in the richness of her existence, and in those prolonging moments,
Life had seemed to slow.
She was alive, but never really living.
The things she expected to thrill her left her with an emotion of emptiness that washed over her like a billowing wave on a night with no moon.
A night that lacked the guidance of light.
She could pretend something was nothing but she no longer wanted to.
She desired to expand her horizons and more than anything she wanted to feel something.
Anything in the world other than the lonely abyss of nothingness that clouded her mind.
She needed to make something extraordinary happen, and she hadn't had the slightest idea how.
She read books.
Lots of them.
She imagined she was in them,
laughing and dancing and kissing alongside the characters.
They felt bliss, they felt hatred, they felt raw energy serge between each other at impossible speeds.
She longer for this kind of passionate relation with someone.
She wanted to be with the kind of people that make you forget everything else for a while.
She dreamed of open fields full of beautiful souls,
Enjoying every moment in pulse with the music that drove their very entities.
She often closed her eyes and dreamed of these places in the middle of nowhere-
Full of lost kids with no intention but a good time.
She wished for summertime adventures
& sunglasses
& reckless abandon in its purest form.
She longed to love and be loved.
She longed for a companion, someone who could bring the feeling back to her frail and aching fingertips, which grew more and more numb by the day.
Days for her passed by in a haze,
She had trouble determining one from another.
She kept telling herself that good times were ahead if only she kept looking.
But she did not have even the slightest of clues as to where to begin, and so she stayed lost,
Waiting for the soul that could bring hers back to life.
Nothing special or out of the ordinary about her that the average eye could see.
Nothing enticing about the way she simply existed, wishing to accomplish something without knowing what.
Nothing out of the ordinary, at least not on the surface.
Every morning was the same, a routine of sorts, that consisted of waking up generally excited for the hours ahead and being disappointed when she realized they had nothing to offer her but tired people putting on fake smiles,
Just getting by with nothing but apathy and narrow hallways to lead the way.
More than anything she wanted to do something with herself, to explore what the world had to offer her.
She wanted to experience everything and anything,
But the confines of small town living and oppressive thoughts seemed to stop her from finding her purpose.
Life for her was not measured in time, but in the richness of her existence, and in those prolonging moments,
Life had seemed to slow.
She was alive, but never really living.
The things she expected to thrill her left her with an emotion of emptiness that washed over her like a billowing wave on a night with no moon.
A night that lacked the guidance of light.
She could pretend something was nothing but she no longer wanted to.
She desired to expand her horizons and more than anything she wanted to feel something.
Anything in the world other than the lonely abyss of nothingness that clouded her mind.
She needed to make something extraordinary happen, and she hadn't had the slightest idea how.
She read books.
Lots of them.
She imagined she was in them,
laughing and dancing and kissing alongside the characters.
They felt bliss, they felt hatred, they felt raw energy serge between each other at impossible speeds.
She longer for this kind of passionate relation with someone.
She wanted to be with the kind of people that make you forget everything else for a while.
She dreamed of open fields full of beautiful souls,
Enjoying every moment in pulse with the music that drove their very entities.
She often closed her eyes and dreamed of these places in the middle of nowhere-
Full of lost kids with no intention but a good time.
She wished for summertime adventures
& sunglasses
& reckless abandon in its purest form.
She longed to love and be loved.
She longed for a companion, someone who could bring the feeling back to her frail and aching fingertips, which grew more and more numb by the day.
Days for her passed by in a haze,
She had trouble determining one from another.
She kept telling herself that good times were ahead if only she kept looking.
But she did not have even the slightest of clues as to where to begin, and so she stayed lost,
Waiting for the soul that could bring hers back to life.
