The Woman of Weeping Willow

ch 2 ~

You see, They say strange things happen to those who follow me, observe me, almost copy me, as though no one could ever be me. It waits in the shadows down by the bay, stalking along the golden line of docs. I can't tell you what it is or what it looks like or why it's even protecting me because I do not not truly know myself. But rumor speaks as though it shows all of your burning desires dancing upon the water like flames of pure starlight. Waiting. Luring. The village girl who made it out alive, the one with suitors lining up outside her front door, my old friend, claims that it kills by fear. Like it can smell them seeping through your skin. But here's where my problem lies, this thing leaves me burdened to be alone ...

Snipping through my train of thought, an animal approaches me, a purebred fox. But my train is about to leave, I need to get back on that train before I can inch forward, that train of thoughts is gone, with it my patience.

I look towards the woodland critter, its blue eyes gleaming up at mine, the perfect shade to match my viridian green. You, You would make a nice coat. Something to keep me warm amidst the harsh winds howling against my skin.

This feeling is something that passes by ever so often, my being consumed by the darkness hidden behind a gentle heart. All I've ever wanted was to make it go away, and yet here we are, still frolicking in a mindset I wished upon every star to leave. Sometimes i think about whether i should go down to the bay, amongst the golden docs at sunrise, and let it consume me, it wouldn't be that hard because my biggest fear is my own mind. Sometimes I think that's the reason for this whole spiel, my mind playing tricks on me. To ponder whether one day I'll wake in an asylum or a casket knowing that it was all in my head ?