Ripple of Ruins

A beautiful girl with almond eyes. Her eyes watery yet fierce, making a thousand promises to never cry. Her beautiful reflection carries her to another time. The time which she has lived. The lane of memories which she is walking is making her falter, yet these loose threads define her. Remembering her mother's embrace, her father's laughter, and her friend's cheers brings a smile. Yet behind that mask, the pain of reality makes her question her memories.  

As Shakespeare once wrote "All the world's a stage". Maybe her memories, too, were only scenes in a play, her parents and friends merely actors in a story that was never truly hers. She closes her eyes briefly as if to shut the current world, but only finds herself drowning in tears. She keeps her hand on her heart to soothe its pain, only to find it completely shattered. 

She reaches for a distanced past to console herself, only to find people condescending and criticizing. She imagines a hand embracing her and magically taking her pain away. In this beautiful image, she is a mere girl being loved and cared for. But reality strikes without mercy. These eyes see grief, which makes her want to hide as she detests them. She believes that these tears make her an easy target for people to trample over.

She stretches her arm as if to ask help from herself, but only to find betrayal. Normality is a far fetched word, she believes. She is counting the number of people in her life as if counting the number of stars in the sky. These stars are so beautiful that she wants to touch them, but are very distant. Loneliness etches invisible scars into her soul, the same scars waiting to be embraced.

And just like that the reflection ripples, and the leash around her collar snaps taut jerking her to reality. The tiny drop of hope splashes, and dissolves into the pond of nothing.