The wind is unforgiving here
It blows against the strongest of foundations
Until all that’s left is rubble
There is no mercy in the air.
The cold will seep beneath your skin
Freeze your bones
And steal what life you have left.
And when it rains, it pours.
The clouds hold no light. Their darkness enveloping every inch of your soul. The thunder shakes the very ground you walk on.
Yet in the middle of it all sits a girl with a caged heart.
It beats in rhythm with the thunder that rolls in the distance.
Blood trickles from its cracks into the grass, beneath the soil.
She wants no part of you.
Yet..here you stand.
You, without making much of an effort, broke through defenses so powerful that sometimes...
Sometimes even she fell prey to her own design.
You sit in front of her.
You reach inside of your chest and place your own caged heart on the ground.
With one word, you hold out your hand, scarred as much as the heart that rests between you, and you wait.
Because like her, you’ve been hurt before.
Hurt so deeply that you feel it with every breath.
But she’s different.
She...calls to you.
As you sit there and wait, the clouds break, and sunlight streams onto tortured land.
Progress
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 5:56 PM UTC
The wind is unforgiving here
It blows against the strongest of foundations
Until all that’s left is rubble
There is no mercy in the air.
The cold will seep beneath your skin
Freeze your bones
And steal what life you have left.
And when it rains, it pours.
The clouds hold no light. Their darkness enveloping every inch of your soul. The thunder shakes the very ground you walk on.
Yet in the middle of it all sits a girl with a caged heart.
It beats in rhythm with the thunder that rolls in the distance.
Blood trickles from its cracks into the grass, beneath the soil.
She wants no part of you.
Yet..here you stand.
You, without making much of an effort, broke through defenses so powerful that sometimes...
Sometimes even she fell prey to her own design.
You sit in front of her.
You reach inside of your chest and place your own caged heart on the ground.
With one word, you hold out your hand, scarred as much as the heart that rests between you, and you wait.
Because like her, you’ve been hurt before.
Hurt so deeply that you feel it with every breath.
But she’s different.
She...calls to you.
As you sit there and wait, the clouds break, and sunlight streams onto tortured land.
Progress
