The lost forest didn't provide cover for this lonely soul, yet she stayed that way--company never came.
Colours: saturated and new, their vibrancy humming in the empty space, an unmistakably melody.
The direction is set. There's nowhere to go but forward. On and on, and on and on.
Lady Death had taken her away, but only partly. She lives, yet dies, in the morning and at noon and at night.
Like water seeping through the cracks, the heart is but a drop in the infinite sea love has always been.
Something hidden underneath the folds. Touching light, yet itself untouched.