thelyricalmuses #16
She had been comfortable with looking back, thinking of what was and what might have been were they different people in different times. It became a ritual for her when the snow began to fall, the way that her thoughts carried on in the same fashion time and again.
When she closed her eyes she could remember things she'd almost forgotten, but they were just memories now. Memories were nothing more than ghosts of the past that needed to go away.
She thought of all this when laying on the window seat, wrapped in a blanket while looking out at home. Home was the only place where she felt safe now, and home wasn't even in New Jersey anymore. Here at home she could taste the sweetness of the tea on her lips long after the glass ran dry and feel the coolness of the river's breeze if she so chose.
Maybe it would pass and maybe it wouldn't. Maybe she'd feel whole again and maybe she wouldn't. But it was the only time and place she had left, the raw and realistic presence she couldn't scrape away from her being with any abrasive touch.
When the world quit turning again in a way opposite to the chaotic spiral that was her life, she might be able to find her way again. But this was home, all that she had and all that she wanted. It would come to be what it was again, and she could close her eyes and just give herself up to the peace.
Muse: Stacy Warner
Fandom: House M.D.
Word Count: 258