Sometimes.. Sometimes, here in the dark, I struggle to find myself Here in the dark, I find a shell A shell of a girl, a shell of a #life. When I return to her, she groans, turning over to reach out with a paled hand, her eyes continuously yearning for me. Her eyes are round, baby blue and fading into a light forest green, dotted with brown flecks. Yet they are gray in reflection. She doesn't want to be Cinderella. She's a liar. She threw it on purpose to be found. This girl wants to be the seeker, not having to wait on someone to love and dote on her. She doesn't want to be like Juliet. She was a cheater. She pretended to care. Love is in a big box rather than a small one. Cage-like is this box. This girl is sitting in this box, her legs dangling over the edge. Her arms wind around the bars, almost embracing them. Her head leans precariously to the side, her eyes open. She is almost doll-like. Her lips part lightly, but silence escapes. Tears stream down her face as she reaches again for me. I recognize this gesture and take her hand in mine. Slowly we become one and I am her. So sad yet lovely. Like a wilting flower. My shoulders break and my arms fall off. I fall back, only to suffocate in silence. I end my own solitude by being my own puppeteer. With this, I am stronger. I am free.

The Silence She watches silently. You embrace her cautiously, reclining your head back slightly as she indulges within your senses. As your eyes flutter, you see him. He watches you lovingly, his face drooping in lingering sadness. You break away and walk to him, letting him take you into his arms as he kisses you lightly. As one eye opens, you see her again but this time she is sad, rubbing her arm gingerly and alone. You stand back and sigh, watching them both sadly. "Right or left, it's the same result." Yet you are still cautious. You take your face within your hands and sob uncontrollably, aware of the distant eyes.

The Snow The snow fell down ever so lightly, the chill winter, of cold, it might be. The white flakes drifted sleepily among the wind, sighing contently. Joyous moments are made in the snow, children play, dogs sniff around, looking up with white noses curiously. This is the time to be happy

Him He is lean, not bulky, noticeably muscular. His hair is curly and fine. His eyes are ice blue, pulsating with joy as he smiled. I look over my shoulder, through my safe wall of hair. I sigh in relief as he is reading. I sneak a last peek at him before returning to my duties. My lips thin out before spreading into a light smile, blush spreading across my cheeks.

The Night 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#moonsees 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.