Mar 2013
Intro:
She sat silently on the hill, resting in the windy weathers. She was waiting for someone. No one had told her he wasn't coming. No one had told her she would wait in that very spot for quite some time before realizing she had to go. She was the hopeful type; a real believer in positive outcomes. She knew everything that went wrong would somehow end up right. She knew that when winter comes, it is a frigid world, but spring always follows. No matter how long the winter season, spring always follows...
Part 1:
So she sat there all winter, rusty and planted still. No one was there with her. Though she could see there were women on other hills, far away in the distance, none were on this one. She often wondered if they could see her too. She began to question her own existence. She began to forget about her past and question the significance of her future. Negative thoughts appeared in the clouds above her. She looked up in the face of the sky, looking for a reflection of herself, but no reflection was found.
Part 2:
After a long period of thinking herself silly, she began to sleep more often. Her mind was asleep when her eyes were closed; she found this much easier. One day, she woke to the sun blinding her. A small bird dropped out of the sky and landed on her shoulder. The bird sang songs into her ears and circled her for hours. During this time, she began to think deeply. Was he ever going to show up? She had been waiting for him to come around all this time, but he wasn't coming. She had turned to the clouds to see her own face, but it wasn't there. She was still on this hill, but nothing had changed.
Outro:
She got up and began to walk down the hill, with the sun shining above her. It took her days to get to the bottom, but when she finally did, the scenery was amazing. She couldn't believe her eyes. She also couldn't believe she had stayed up there so long, missing out on this beauty. For a moment, she felt fear, being so far away from the sky, from herself, from everything she knew. She looked up quickly. To her relief, she saw her own reflection. She climbed the hill to try and find herself, but she had been down here all along, waiting. It was then that she understood. She was not waiting for him to return. She was waiting for herself to return. And returned she had. Spring had come.
She sat silently on the hill, resting in the windy weathers. She was waiting for someone. No one had told her he wasn't coming. No one had told her she would wait in that very spot for quite some time before realizing she had to go. She was the hopeful type; a real believer in positive outcomes. She knew everything that went wrong would somehow end up right. She knew that when winter comes, it is a frigid world, but spring always follows. No matter how long the winter season, spring always follows...
Part 1:
So she sat there all winter, rusty and planted still. No one was there with her. Though she could see there were women on other hills, far away in the distance, none were on this one. She often wondered if they could see her too. She began to question her own existence. She began to forget about her past and question the significance of her future. Negative thoughts appeared in the clouds above her. She looked up in the face of the sky, looking for a reflection of herself, but no reflection was found.
Part 2:
After a long period of thinking herself silly, she began to sleep more often. Her mind was asleep when her eyes were closed; she found this much easier. One day, she woke to the sun blinding her. A small bird dropped out of the sky and landed on her shoulder. The bird sang songs into her ears and circled her for hours. During this time, she began to think deeply. Was he ever going to show up? She had been waiting for him to come around all this time, but he wasn't coming. She had turned to the clouds to see her own face, but it wasn't there. She was still on this hill, but nothing had changed.
Outro:
She got up and began to walk down the hill, with the sun shining above her. It took her days to get to the bottom, but when she finally did, the scenery was amazing. She couldn't believe her eyes. She also couldn't believe she had stayed up there so long, missing out on this beauty. For a moment, she felt fear, being so far away from the sky, from herself, from everything she knew. She looked up quickly. To her relief, she saw her own reflection. She climbed the hill to try and find herself, but she had been down here all along, waiting. It was then that she understood. She was not waiting for him to return. She was waiting for herself to return. And returned she had. Spring had come.
