Mixed Glass

I don't know how to be normal.




No one never gave me the chance to be.

Eternal Minds In Blue

There are days where our feet do most of the thinking.

Oh you know what I mean. It's when they want to go somewhere and you have no inkling as to its purpose. Like once, I went up to a swing before a wedding all dressed up in a bowtie. It happened to be a grand idea then. 

And so I found myself wandering to the laek that evening, somewhat thinking that the quiet would calm the hectic day down, that I needed just the sound of nature to end the day. 

There I was.

And she chanced to be there. Gnger, brown, black, white. Hair, leggings, coat and scarf. Her hair waved in the wind, like the dying flame of dragonfire. Her eyes were closed, and yet she turned towards me, and without opening her eyes, smiled at me then opened them to stare at me. 

Mesmerized.

I felt uncomfortable yet strangely at ease, like I wanted her to see me. Cold winds blew, the dusk darkened. 

"I like waching the birds fly home."

"Is that why you're here?"

And I wasn't sure anymore why I had been led to the lake. I doubted my feet and my senses.

"You should see the other side, where the birds fly to and beyond."

She looked at me and grinned, 

"Some never come back..."