Preface... I dont know where I got this thought, no significance at all, just some writing!!

[iand187]

She walked in..... as my eyes scanned the surrounding white walls, her brilliance left me blind. She spoke eloquently of the days gone by; the nights spent over the glass bottles, the countless hours spent doting upon her careless love. I wanted to help her. My heart leaped at the chance to console the broken heart that has fell upon the floor. As her tears began to stream, her face had begun to shimmer. Its almost if her tears made her more beautiful, her heart wrenching cries made the gods turn an eye and shine a ray of light upon her... or was it just the contrasting scenery of the white walls against her dimly lit spirit. That’s what it was. The gods didn’t care. They left this poor girl to fight her own fight, or did they. Was it fate that she used her last bit or courage to stagger into me? As these questions ran in my head, I held her as tight as I could, as if I could control they way she cried: like a regulator of sorts. I felt as if I could do nothing. No matter how hard I tried, her pain tried harder. However there was a glimmer of hope... she lifted her head from off of my chest slowly and rose her hazel eyes up to mine. With no words spoken, I could see he soul. I could feel her pain, taste her sorrow. I also saw that this would pass. I saw that she was resilient, she knew not of eternal pain, for the worst was over. I saw her hopes, dreams, visions, and optimism. She had already begun the fight. I alone could not cure her pain, but the combination of the two was like a mass alliance against evil. Her pain had begun to diminish. Slowly, but surely, she would recover. She would return. She would lose the dimly lit spirit and return to the brilliance of the white walls.

*Phew*, Everybody could use a little writing once in a while....