Melancoly

五

Maybe she wasn't one with the crowd. Maybe she didn't walk the same path but she saw the same people walk with her. Once she noticed that she was in sync, she began to panic. I'm becoming predictable. She thought. Nonetheless, the girl felt obligated to make a change in the opposing current of time, a vast ocean. Then one day she looked to the sky, and the clouds like powdered cotton rang outward, manifesting into a ripple.

Glorious then,
                        she was happier
                        than the sun.

//cheers if you're still reading