Rainy

Nothing's Worthless

She was the one who saw nothing worthless. Every one of her thoughts were a golden blue that glinted against each and every drop of sizzling hope that everyone had their grasps upon. She held the small things close to her as she would jump off cliffs of despair only to land upon the roads of worthwhile memories, letting go of the forgotten ones and watched as they flew away much like dreams of flying time. She always grabbed against the walls blocking the inanimate beings that hid away from the world of the living. She would pull those walls down with the strength she had built up inside of her, just to let the hidden ones know that there was that one person that cared about their stripped away lives. She would always tell them to keep their heads held high for there was always the rain that could come down, touching them with their soft hands to wipe away their tears. They always cried; the inanimate, for they have always had their dreams for reality to stop in their tracks so they could look at what surround them and “ooo” and “ahh” at the ones who couldn’t talk. The inanimate were always caring towards the people that would use them and throw their wonders out to them lightly. They always grew old, never young for their wisdom has shown upon the walls that surround them, even the ones you could not see. Each one always had that little light that lay casted away from their kingdom to ride in the seas, flowing in their veins.