Looking into the sky, I unwind. The hues of purple, blue, black, and occasionally yellow silence my hazel eyes. I smile lightly to myself, letting my now light-brown hair cascade over my face, folding my hands in my lap. I await the life, the comfort, and the love of the sky. Her arrival is inevitable. My hand raises to grasp my necklace. A single round charm is on the silver chain. Upon this charm is a lovely image of a howling wolf. It is sad, but happy. Happy for being cared for tenderly by her endless embrace, but sad for never fully moving with the rhythm of her song. "I see the moon, the moon sees me..." I chuckle warmly and look up, gazing at her round body. "Please let the light that shines on me, shine on the ones I love.." Lyrics to her song run through my mind, and soon I fall.
How did you like this story?
Your feedback helps snowsfalling understand what's working
@snowsfalling
I like, no, I love to write. Anything artistic is in my life.
Similar Stories
I'd Like To Think
I'd like to think. I could be whatever I wanted to be. To live a happy life and be carefree. I'd like to think. That the world could be a less scary place.
Invisible Friends
You're my friend. Each of you. And I'd like to read about you more. That's why I'm actually here. To read blogs and stories of interesting, boring, rich or poor people.
I Hear
I listen And I hear I'm not a prophet Or a seer But hearing And knowing Are better Than someone telling I heard My parents say That my humor was Fractured, but that's okay I Am funny In my own...
Inside My Mind.
My mind's always buzzing with some thought about something random and quirky never anything thoroughly serious.
A Cup Of Tea
Give me a cup of tea. A tablespoon of honey. Put in the music way too loud. I'd say sorry, but in too proud. Read and read to take me away, Write because I have words to say.
Neither Up Nor Down
Sitting on my stairs Neither up not down Smack bang in the middle Wearing a little frown I ponder on my life In all it's wonder and its glory A tiny touch of trouble, a smattering of strife A...
155.Little Things
Hello again, and today is Sunday, February 17, 2013. Life is a funny little thing, except it isn't that little.
What Would Your Boggart Be?
I'm still sitting on that same bench, and thinking, then I remembered something my friend asked me "What would your Boggart be?" she used to be a Harry potter nut, so that's not an unexpected...
Want to join the conversation? Sign in to leave a comment.