Once upon a time...
There’s a stillness in the air, as I take the eastern shores of Eversong. The sun sets leaving behind hues of plums, and golden rose colors within the clouds. I take in the area around me, the saltwater, the waves crashing against the shoreline, damping hems of my dress as my toes sink into the sand. I recall how much has changed in months passed, how much I’ve changed. I’m remembered each time I look down upon my hands. Void touched hands, that I have welcomed, the hands that allowed me to love, be loved. A welcomed darkness that I have grown ever so fond of, and found security in. It’s nauseating at times, or perhaps they’re just butterflies still even after all these months, but what is there to complain about? Nothing. A sigh escapes me, though I can’t make of if it’s one of content, fear, sadness. Perhaps all the above, and perhaps that my once upon time could quickly turn into a child’s nightmare, or perhaps it is embraced, and cared for. Loved. The outcomes are endless when thought about it. When the shoreline ends my walk will end, and I am that much closer to reality once again. Though for now, my mind will write the drafts of the next bits of my story, my-our once upon a time. (It’s probably not any good but I just had to get a jumbled thought process out of my mind.)
