oh, Little Bird

from another world

from another world

unable to see

what this planet

has planned for me

Her footsteps softly tapped against the granite floor. They were barely audible yet their presence was not unnoticeable. Maybe that had something to do with the rest of her body.

Filling up the given space, but leaving more than enough room for every other pedestrian in this part of town.

Cold, it was not. More of a chilly evening in the summer warmth. Not always having that what you want.

The chattering around her fading and reappearing in different forms as she walked on. The destination, for now, unknown, the cause of the runaway crystal clear.

Racing thoughts drowned by the voices that fill up her ears. In desperate need of a distraction and having a fulfilled mission.

Children, ladies, and men begging to be noticed by at least someone, speaking like there is no tomorrow. However not everyone being their target, hearing it can be an outcome for the people around.

The sun is planning on leaving for another couple of hours, but is overlooking the wonderful peace and quiet for a little longer. Not being able to say goodbye to it yet.

Her cloak floats around her body as if it was handmade. A slight breeze lifting it up like is non-existent but keeping it low enough to cover what hides underneath.

Pain.

Guilt.

Sorrow.

A mourning woman who refuses to call herself a lady.

A woman who time-traveled back to the little girl she was at the moment she had to look into the future for an anchor to keep herself stable in times of need. Not only for herself but also for the companion throughout the journey.

That companion being nowhere in sight. No questions asked, only left miles away. Having called help out of fear that in the worst case scenario she might not be able to return to that warm embrace. The only that she felt she had at this point.

The footsteps slowly came to a halt and the cloak fell back into its place.

The sun lower than it had been before.

The coldness overpowering the previous feeling.

Quietness attending but falls out by her thoughts slowly reaching the surface.

Her body being the only organism present.

The rather small house in front of her couldn't go unnoticed unless it's left unmentioned. Because apparently before her, nobody had bothered to even glance at it.

She slowly let her hood fall back and tilted her head to the side, listening for any sounds that might make danger clear.

Taking a few other steps forward, she pushes open the wooden door. The previously peaceful aura fills itself with the creaking noises of both the entrance and the entering.

She looks around for any signs of unusuality, better be safe than sorry.

A sigh of relief left her mouth and caused her to relax a tiny bit.

She untied to cloak and hung it on the rack near the door.

Finally being released of that oh so little burden that rested on her shoulders, she sat down neatly on the single couch in the room. But after realizing that there was no point, she allowed herself to fall back and cry.

The problem being that the tears weren't coming.

She was too exhausted.

Too exhausted to let her emotions get the best of her.

How pathetic.

She felt horrible yet she couldn't release any of her feelings. That being the cause of an even more ruined mood.

Sadness and anger floating between the idea of leaving and the idea of making their presence clear. They just were there. Being an enormous bother to the lady.

And if that wasn't bad enough, guilt slowly made her way up in the rankings of emotions that thought were necessary for today's life.

Feeling like a wreck, but not being able to do anything about it, she slowly made her way to the land of dreams and nightmares. Where her unconsciousness chose the right side.

counting up

counting down

turning each way around

leaving it even

leaving me be

leaving everything they had

you're free