She was quiet.
Speaking quietly
walking gently
existing...yet, not really.
She was as quiet as the wind.
She was as unnoticeable as the wind.
She was as invisible as the wind.
She was like wind itself.
And he;
made a storm out of her.
And so her life---
---which was usually transparent---
became gray.
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it's real windy tonight.
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Bitter Sweet
AcakLife and love...how do I explain it in three words? Simple; it is bittersweet. [This was once entitled "A PEEK IN A HOPELESS ROMANTIC'S MIND"]
