The girl whose world is cold with frost but warm with summer. The girl whose world cannot hold without the green pine trees made of ink and stories, a structure of happiness in the middle of her bleak but color filled world. The girl whose fairies and dragons, family and friends, filling a place but never truly there.

Problems that can’t really face her but are still there. Problems that keep her chained to the agony that is reality. Problems that threaten to destroy her calm but never do because how can they. Problems that she face but they never face her because of course not.

Love is rusted, old weary and not how it’s supposed to be. But what is it supposed to be? Love is golden and shiny, pure and new happy and joyful. Is that what it is supposed to be? Love is long and it can wait, it can weather the centuries better than the old relics of time. But what is it supposed to be? Love is fleeting, gone in a moment like it was never there, but you know it was and that’s what matters. Is that what it’s supposed to be?

The long and wide waters of creativity. The deep and clear liquid that surrounds her. It calls to her. The sparkling and light waters that she holds. The waters hold many things that she wishes about. If only…

Hard but so beautiful it was something fit for kings and princess but it was hers. Hers to keep hers to give away. Some full of deceit and misery, worth it for all that it is, it is hers, hers to keep hers to give away.

The blue surrounds her, drowning her in many things and she has to take it for it is what she wants. The blue she could swim in, if only she knew how to keep her head above. The blue she strives for, what would she be without it? The blue that she hopes and hopes stays but since when has anything gone her way.

The green of the grass she lives in is only there to go yellow to sour and die on the hills that they are on. She will stay and she will watch it die wanting it not to be so.

She goes then when she knows it’s over when the sturdy and old thing comes into view, she will watch and she will know but she will not go.