Thoughts

Pitter Patter

The light drifted as she began to weep. The dusk grew darker as the girl sat alone. The world felt cold, as if frost had covered every surface around her. A longing welled in the girl's throat, something was missing, something could not returned. And so it felt like an eternity since a word had been spoken in the unbreakable silence. There was only a rithmic patter of tear drops slowly landing on the now damp floor.

An eerie atmosphere surrounded the feeling of an overwhelming loss, that of which had felt to have happened so long ago she could longer remember what exactly it had been. Only knowing something should be there that wasn't, truly felt as if it were the most atrocious feeling imaginable. There were no words that could be said to the no one that sat with her. Only salty tears left the girl's swollen eyes and rolled down to her chin to join the patter of tear drops falling to the wettened floor.

A faint reflection stared back at her from the smudged glass of the window that sat before the girl. It appeared to be nice outside; a type of day one would think to be joyful. She looked out past the faint reflection of her broken self weeping, the tree outside had a small birds nest pirched on an out sticking branch. A small bird, perhaps a hatchling, stood at the edge of the branch. This ought to feel happy, such a rare sight, but all the girl could seem to feel was despise. She almost would admit to wanting to see the bird fall from the high perch. Such a dreadful state of mind to which made the tears seeping out of the girl's swollen, pink eyes quicken in development and run to the floor in an increased patter.

A book lay on the dampened floor. Pages folded, ripped, or completely torn out. It felt to hard to read. The girl had felt even more lonely staring grimsomly at the pages full of vivid and lively words, words she could not comprehend at this low state. She only stared out past the scenery visible from the window to the blank and ever darkening sky. She sat as more tears of sorrow welled down her puffy and bare face as they drippled to the ground in a rithmic "pitter patter."