the run away.
dark clouds settled in over head. the winds shook the shutters while the tides grew strong and fierce.
she stayed up for days, night after sleepless night, in search of the sun.
she grew tired of waiting for it to rise.
she grew tired of waiting.
what was lost would be lost again.
it was five years and eight months ago when the light left.
grey stained shadows.
darkness had taken over and even the moon faded to black.
the days are foggy and time stands still, in this place.
all that was seems to be a distant memory for the people, in this place.
sullen and sunken in faces.
eyes glazed over, a loss of hope and immoral ways to cope.
its now all they know.
you have to be lost before you can be found.
and if the search party to look over you never arrives, it is because no one sent them and no one is trying to find you.
she promised herself that one day, she would run away in search of a moment where even the wind rolls with warm the and ocean salt breezes capture kisses on lover's lips.
a moment where her heart can beat slow.
seek out to be in search of something.
something you wont deny.
something that you not only find, but that also finds you.
there will be no suitcases to carry, bags to pack or memories to sort through.
all will be left in its place, in this place.
her pale skin looked like the whitest moonlight, that night,
the run away.
