Tomorrow Here We Come #3

Her long body made an indent upon the small bits of clover and grasses as she propped herself up on her elbows. What in the actual fuck is she going to write about today? All her brain is shooting are blanks, and her fingers feel awkward as they hit each computer key. It’s like trying to thread a tree trunk through the eye of a needle. “O” by Coldplay blares into her ears as her brain desperately tries to make something beautiful, something stunning, just something… But that’s the thing about making something beautiful. You cannot force it. Beauty comes from patience and time and lessons learned. She takes her time… Just as a beautiful story takes flight within the girl’s mind.

It is mid-autumn, and the world is beginning to wane. She can feel it, as can her friend. They wander aimlessly through the wood, just swapping stories and enjoying each other’s company. A smile touches her lips. Their feet make crackling paths through the dying leaves, paths that lead to no where, yet everywhere. No where because there is no where to go, but everywhere because there an infinite number of beginnings to take. A gentle drop on her hand startles her- rain. A full fledged grin takes flight on her lips, and she flashes her newly found grin towards her friend. He returns the gesture just as the down pour begins. Grabbing each others hands, they dance about like a pair of fools, enjoying the life that the rain has given to them. She notices the way each tree sheds it’s rain sodden leaves, one by one they venture on. She notices the way the rain hits her nose and rolls gently down her lips. She notices how she has given her friend a piece of the star from inside her, and he now glows with it’s light. As they slip and slide through the golden tinted wood, the rain ceases, and the sunset begins. A glowing orange-, one that warms you through your sadness. The two friends stood side by side and watched as the world faded into darkness once again.