clara
The rocket lead them away from the land they once knew...all of their troubles seemed to melt away as the speed accelerated the stars past their window.
She held the lantern tight in her right hand, its light illuminated her path, but uncertainty crept close by. Its light cast shadows which frightened the pureness of her stride, she ignored them to conquer the wilderness as she followed its soft illumination into the dark cave.
This word will forever be associated with a story between two young boys. Nothing more can come from this word now.
Red, floating, innocence. Kid like. Now my child likes to fill them with water and drag them through out my house and ruin my hard work. Herion wasted remains of that child-like dream...