.:she waits - the story:.
Each day, she would come to sit here, at the same spot, hoping to finally see one. Just one was all she wanted. But alas, it is not to be. For fairies are creatures of the spirit, not the will, and though Alaina had the will, she had not the spirit. So here she waits, until one day, she will become the spirit she never had...
"Alaina! Alaina! Where are you, girl?"
Alaina looked around with bleary eyes. How long had she been asleep? The old apple tree cushioned her body so well, and it had been such a pleasant evening that all thoughts of finishing her embroidery had slipped through her thoughts and tumbled about her like so may falling leaves. Thank goodness it wasn't that time of year yet. The cheery spring blossoms looked like pouting lips, almost ready to burst out into their full glory, but still holding back to see what weather and the grace of summer had in store for them. So far it felt like it was going to be a sweltering summer, full of flowers and lazy breezes.
.:untitled 004:.there you see me
strong and beautiful.
laugh at my joy, why don't you?
are you mocking or celebrating?
do you know the difference?
watch me step
and away from the
trivialities of your life.
if only I could stay there,
everything comes down once it
and you will never know why it is I
myself to sleep.
you can't know the hate
that rips through my gut and tears at my