Fly. Float. Sink.

Reality

Do you know that feeling when your soul feels dried up and too full at the same time when you are in a conundrum over a decision, when you want something to happen but are not sure you can handle it?

To wish for death

To be frightened to live.

To feel alone in a crowd.

To feel an intangible pain, an ache that pulls at your soul.

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"Lyssa", she heard a faraway voice say, "Come on, Lyssa. It's time."

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Living for Lyssa was painful, no, she did not suffer any life-threatening illness, she lacked for nothing and had a loving and supportive family, but life was just not her "cup of tea".

The sun is a scorching fireball, the wind is a whip, the rain is piercing, the snow is freezing, and the stars are like specs of dust in the velvet sky. but the Moon, O that Moon she is beauty.

If there was one thing that Lyssa loved, admired, and held in esteem it was the moon. Nothing else called out to her more, nothing else that pieced together her fragmented mind.

Hurt me heal me, wound me save me, push me hold me, I want death but also life.

Her hand moved furiously across the page wishing the night would come soon and calm her mind. Her mind was moving too fast, and she struggled to keep up. This dissonance was calmed and both her mind and herself came to a harmonious space under the light of the Moon. The words begin to blur, and everything went black. As she comes to the world is burning around her there's black smoke rising towards the skies, suddenly the view changes to that of the woodlands under the moonlight where everything is serene and a head comes out of the tree line and the first thing to notice is the pale blue eyes, so pale it's almost white.

A Wolf.

White with brown markings on its face.

To be continued...