allyna
She was the cosmos, she was a cosmos and she had no boundaries
The stars she held within had no bones no structure no name
Dusty echoes would sometimes meet her ears but she would not bother
Swimming here and there, surrounded by insensitivity and mystery
Why should she care when it was her own lie that always had the brightest aura, the loudest scream ?
She did not betrayed sound, she did not demand a rapture of the meteors that had found home in her chest
Her delicate figure, her petite frame keeping them safe
From light, from time, from herself
Because I know, she knows -
You can’t reach that deep
You can’t reach
You can’t
There was a slight degree of happiness combined with sadness; she was pleased and cheerful as she knew there were all these people who cared for her and who loved her - but - she was also a little disappointed in herself as "alone" was what she would always have closer to her heart. It wasn't someone's fault or anything like that, she just didn't like the presence of others that much. She liked forests, cats, old books, lots and lost of music and rain. Rain was wonderful. Rain was lovely.
Between all those white sheets, her golden earring was nothing else than a sign of malice, an oath of disbelief. She had all the time in the world - and all she did was sleep.