#endlessroad

“Phoebe was her name,” started a broken but stern voice behind a puff of smoke, “she had sharp features and high cheekbones. Her light colored skin resembled some what of a mixture between cream and caramel, fairly tanned Id say. Her dark locks of hair, much like the dawn of night, lay perfectly upon her head with strands of curls drapped down her elegant face. Her emerald green eyes were almost always filled with a sparkle from a star. Her body slender and fragile yet strong and courageous. Her touch so soft it could make even the toughest of men fall to their knees. Her voice like that of an angels, always singing melodies from her cherry red lips as sweet as honey but as firm as that of a mother lion, gentle and loving but ready to fight when needs be. Her presence has a way of putting one at ease, letting one feel safe and respected. Her stature is of a confident stride rather than of pride.”

“Where is she now?” Returned another deep voice in the dark corner holding a glass of whiskey and taking the last sip.

“She could be living with the stars for all we know. Her soul was one for adventure. She would write about galaxies and fantasies, always in a world of her own. Always seeking to escape the reality in which most are so entangled in. Last I heard she was writing down the stories of the stars out West. She is a mystery beyond solving,” replied the man behind another puff of smoke, “her eyes are a wonder, stare at them too long and youll get lost in her galaxies or drown her her storm. She has always been untouchable, unstoppable. No one could ever chain her soul up in one place. She is a bird set free, a wonder beyond words, a journey and a novel yet to be read by one that is willing to be insnared by her world of adventure and simple chaos.”

For a moment there was silence in the room. Another puff of smoke and another glass of whiskey. No one could imagine such a unique being. She was merely a lost soul in ones imagination, floating along like a ghost between galaxies and simple beings. The thought pondered on, where would her next journey lead? Who would be worthy enough to be her next story?