About Somebody

It was all dark now. No fears in the world were left to face. Even if there were, they were easier to find and tame.

Truth isn't sophisticated. It's clumsy, arrogant, nonsense but delicate. Their voices was all that echoed in the mind of a 17 year old girl. She, who wanted to live behind the closed door but under an open  sky. She, who got up and walked miles for those who called her name even once. She, who saw every person's hells but still believed in their heavens.

And her dreams of course. Somehow still alive after all the catastrophes that bleeded her from bravery and hope.

The replication of paradise; her friends, disappeared when the call of righteousness came in. Peculiarity is that they disappeared in the name of righteousness.
Her brave support, her home, trying to stay alive, though still breathing with merry Christmas lights and fireworks. Two sides of a hollow story.

Some part always dieing but some part always being born.

Her reality, a mirror view of a freezed lake. You can't touch it; she won't let you touch it.
Her dreams, like those miracle stars of heavens; haunting every true tear from night and changing it with a gift of smile.

Her feet, travelling through space and time, peaking into past and future; stories with no solid proof because she wasn't an expert in telepathy and thus all the truth went unechoed from the minds of slaves.

Her people, always saving her but never really trying to mend the cracks in her. Hospital beds accompanied by tales of hope and love;  but she did knew them once. Every time, it hurted less; Every time, she cried less.

Once she understood that monsters too were people once who couldn't deal with prizes of goodness, she let go all those who suffered and are suffering for greatness, locked her fears in her hell contaminated by heaven and letted them go.

Because you know you are going somewhere when you realise you've been to places they have never heard of.

She know it.
And I know it too now.