The Autumn of the Heart
The same warm, earthy brown eyes stare out in the softly flowing river, slightly twinged with the ripples of water currents. A breeze dances gracefully, gently entwining curls of raven black into intricate choreograpahy.
It is now autumn; a chill is creeping into her heart.
Salty water streams out of gentle fawn eyes, that betray the true sentiments of the soul. Her memories are as apparent as the sky is azure on a beautiful day. She finds nothing to truly smile about, though she smiles bitterly on occasion with thoughts of what could have been. The sun shines down in its radiance, but nothing can light up this dungeon of dillusions.
Perhaps, tomorrow... Or...
Soft, whispy clouds float without a care, as if nothing shriveled, nothing died. The people she cares about are clouds, showing her indifference. Nothing matters.
It never felt so cold... Gazing out at herself, the warmth of chocolate eyes draws her into her soul. She feels her heart turn into cold, harsh steel.
Goodbye.