jus this...

no jetplane...

packed bags... curtains pulled down... this place doesn't feel hers anymore.... and then she asks... 'was it ever?'

etched..!

the wind blew through her hair and tousled them into tiny lil curls as she walked along the ocean floor in search of her shadow... she found a few sea shells with the sound of the sea in them... she found her fingers intertwined in his... she looked to the sky and saw a scattering of stars she never imagined.. she saw the sun set on one side and the moon rise on the other as the world turned full circle... as his fingers strummed the guitar she wondered if her world was beginning to turn full circle too...?

and she began to cherish the 'sound of silence!'

what do you see?

and she painted...

starfish?

her hands tremble at the want of inspiration... she knows this is the moment of change where she is the painter... the bulbous molten form is morphing into various shapes (even a starfish in red sand) before it finds it's course... what will be?

vanity..?

she sits in the wee hours of the morning with the cold morning air burning her cheeks as she gathers the tattered edges of her world...

... as her hair frame her face and drop over her shoulders, a wistful expression in her eyes says she looks beautiful... yet in vain...!

the wait...

And the night sky tugs at her heart strings as she waits... wishing.... (hoping?)