A diligent, observant, and unwavering faithfulness
This is a sorrowful, bittersweet anecdote
About a woman of carelessness
And a journey on a note
Everything starts on a little isle. Two palms intertwined at their tops
A naked, tall, and beautiful woman showers in the overcast shadows of moonlight
Faint glimmers atop the rocks, a natural mesmerizing pops
All clean, the woman wraps herself in palm leaves and sits in the sand just to write
A lovely scenery. A lonesome paradise. One soul trapped in a tiny spec of the world
It finishes writing. She stands up and tears fall from her eyes
Late into the night, they dry up and she is seen curled
Head to a side, a bird gazes at the starry skies
In the morning, breakfast
In the afternoon, an existential enigma full of thoughts
Every night, one more shooting star has passed
A cycle repeated so many times it has strangled itself with knots
The ink was not normally red
The animals could not reappear
The water no longer bled
It was a matter of time before her life could no longer persevere
She had a plan. Being in the works since the first day
A path to freedom. Made from written notes floating in the water
A bridge of palm leaves. Her now weightless, skinny body could walk away
She begins a trip down memory lane, but the sun makes the path ahead hotter and hotter
Her soles burn with the pain of each step in the retracing of her memories
Only her tears to quench the walked past as she waits for the relief of night
It gets so dark, that she can not see past a step or two. Hope is in her necessaries
One day, she trips. The road breaks and she falls into twilight
Blinded by tears and the salt of the ocean in her eyes, she can not see the end
No land around. No animals or civilizations. But she keeps writing new roads
Roads of struggle. Notes about the life she consumed just to continue to fend
Her limits no longer sprout fort without making her weak. A crossroads
Eyes set straight, she walks her final steps before collapsing
Exhausted, a new life no longer seems foreseeable for her
It ends there. In the middle of nowhere. The final step, the final note, missing
Faith was a big blur in her eyes. A hand-shaped blur
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Memory Fragments
FantasyWARNING: CONTAINS VERY EXPLICIT CONTENT. Sooner or later, we all crumble beneath our fears. It's up to us to recall what makes us human and stand strong against adversity. Memories, shattered and scattered throughout our lives, come to us one by one.
