I am alone.
In the nighttide I walk, never to tread on the earth but only upon the sprinklings of the crescent moon's brightness.
The earth is an inexorable place. Cruel, silent... beautiful.
A beauty untouched...
A beauty become vanity.
A whisper of the soul takes one shaking breath, then silence.
Where do I stand?
Nothing but light beneath my feet, changing colors, flashing shadows, the rising and falling of spirits in vain.
Vanity again.

I am alone.
Unknown "Lea" Evasive - 16 years, 10 months, 8 days ago