Voiceless

As the dim blue lights of the night sky and the deep abyss of grey smoke reflected off the calm waves, she was remembered what she feared most. Fearing the day to come, where she loses all that she has gained, she sat in worry and a pull to action. Now running across the sand as smooth as sugar, she screams out. She screams but not in agony, nor fear, not even in pain. She screams out to remember she is has a voice. She runs through the calm steady waters that flow so care free, simply to remind herself she can feel. In a word so selfish, so disheartning, she stands now letting herself be heard as she herself is filled with the fear of chains strapping her to what we humans call reality. As a tear rolls down her face, she detects a inward whole. A whole burnt in her heart from a source so pure and impaired. A face to connect with a name runs through every small atom, every large vein, and every minor importance of her being. His face. So soft and forgiving, but so broken and scared underneath. He was like a lost treasure that came with a map. She knew not that she was waisting away the years and loosing her very own concept of time finding the X to the map. At last her journey seized as she had found her gold treasure. So fufilling simply put as ecstasy in a sense. His eyes as bright as the very sun that brang happiness into the day, and a hope for tomorrow through the night. Little did she know, that this treaure had been lost for far too long. Fix it, she could not for he was already too broken. As he wrapped his arms around her, so pure and soft, as if they where sitting upon clouds watching the small world beneath them carry on with their own reality. Watching and feeling this sense of pity for the world who did not obtain the same overwhelimg feeling of fullfillment as they once carried with them. Soon the boy showed to be just like his own map. For he was then drawn over with an X.That day she learned that her buried treasure, was not what she once hoped, rather it had been scratched over with an X, as it's purpose was now lost. Now she stands remembering the feel of electricty in which they shared through a touch, and as a final tear rolls down her cheek, she realizes they simply did not have the power to keep the electricty alive. Now that spark was gone. As gone as the sky and as gone as her last hope of a true meaning. She has now lost everything she once thought she gained. As she screams one last time, she hears nothing, realising that reality moved on like a breeze that blew right through her hollow bones and aching heart. The world had moved on without her. The oceans beauty and extravagent depths, now flowed through her feet as if they where both one together. All presentness of her own existance was now scratched out with an X. She was marked off of the map. Finally she stood and looked at the water, feeling nothing as her heart was absent of love and of life in all, she became one with the reflections. The riples in the water showed only the flickering of the lights and smoke, but also the washing away of ones true purpose. The sky cried that night at the loss of such a oppurtunity that is existance. There was nothing left in this world of routine for her now. The moon watched as she faded into a smoke and was now one with the reflection once and for all. The final breeze of the night, guided her onto her next mission of finding her purpose. Finding her new spot on the map.