the wanderer turns right and starts walking..
The voice lost her.
6 years ago after a world of pain, the wanderer gave up. the voice tried so hard to make her see the brightest blues of the skies in day and navy in night, or the pinks of the dawns and dusks.
They both sparked and burnt for awhile on hills and trees and against skies. but it didn't last.
she felt unwanted.
she took a walk to a mountain covered with flowing water, sitting on its edge gazing down its smooth cliff like walls to the faded ground below before standing and sinking under its cold embrace.
the wanderer went to sleep and never woke up
now only one star with a fading voice is left and she's so tired..
