The melodies (On Hold)

I love music. I collect it. My memories are melodies; playing by like little wisps of music riding the wind. The wind that, in turn, will take them nowhere. Books; their pages turn in the wake of the wind. Their stories taken into the throng of music, lifted and taken around the world, once, twice; their movements synchronized, until at last someone knows the stories they tell. Then, they resign to nowhere; their stories trailing behind them like the beautiful tails of comets in a night’s sky. The nowhere they go is eternal, and nearly no one knows it’s there.

Princesses and knights seem to fight, and the world spins once more… the music still playing…
Now a little girl, not so little anymore, with bright green, knowing, caring, and fierce eyes, climbs to the top of a mountain, and puts her hands to the wind, her hair swinging as a sudden air flows around her, and melodies, and stories, make the air thick with screams of fear, laughter, happiness, joy, sorrow, and lastly, music.

My AMAZING cover was done by KaityElisa :)