As the sun sets in beneath the rainbows of purple and red, driving against winds that soothe a part of the core, a little bit at a time, she saw the rays struggling through the mane of clouds. Kind of like roots growing up the side wall of the neighbour's home you know, intimately out of place, yet so gorgeously fitting in.
Perhaps it's in the little things, she told herself. It's the way her smile sets in when a long forgotten song plays again on the crinkly car radio. Or the frown that sprouts the moment a displeasing thought caresses the tangible borders of her pulsating mind. She's reminded of his smile on that first day, that brought a thousand flutters where today lay only drying sparks of a long forgotten wish. The tires grinding furiously on the heated road, her mind drawing vicious ones of their own. Circles, we're going in circles.
Far across the greeneries meshing with the mountain greys, and the horizon whites with the ocean blues, sat a small fiery black dot of hope. Sailing away, sailing inwards towards the coast, who knew? She pondered over monumental conversations of the day. About principles and righteousness. Breaking into laughter, she was reminded of this wonderful quote she once heard: "All ethics are highly subjective and completely overrated." Maybe standing on those far-aways hills would liberate from ways of the world. Port-key was it, what they called it in the non-muggle world? They said only cowards flew away in the dark shadows, but oh, she disagreed! How much courage would it take, leaving your heart and soul behind like that.
Resigned, just like the sun felt behind the growing darkness of an announcing long night, she returned 'home'. Or so she made herself believe, plastering an intentional gorgeous smile, for it became an easy habit now. One through which lines of weariness had no battle to win, none to play.
Perhaps it's in the little things, she told herself. It's the way her smile sets in when a long forgotten song plays again on the crinkly car radio. Or the frown that sprouts the moment a displeasing thought caresses the tangible borders of her pulsating mind. She's reminded of his smile on that first day, that brought a thousand flutters where today lay only drying sparks of a long forgotten wish. The tires grinding furiously on the heated road, her mind drawing vicious ones of their own. Circles, we're going in circles.
Far across the greeneries meshing with the mountain greys, and the horizon whites with the ocean blues, sat a small fiery black dot of hope. Sailing away, sailing inwards towards the coast, who knew? She pondered over monumental conversations of the day. About principles and righteousness. Breaking into laughter, she was reminded of this wonderful quote she once heard: "All ethics are highly subjective and completely overrated." Maybe standing on those far-aways hills would liberate from ways of the world. Port-key was it, what they called it in the non-muggle world? They said only cowards flew away in the dark shadows, but oh, she disagreed! How much courage would it take, leaving your heart and soul behind like that.
Resigned, just like the sun felt behind the growing darkness of an announcing long night, she returned 'home'. Or so she made herself believe, plastering an intentional gorgeous smile, for it became an easy habit now. One through which lines of weariness had no battle to win, none to play.
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