… she remains so very sad

 Like she was waiting for someone else to appear to wash out her sadness and sorrow but, on a silent and precarious way. Something she was looking over her shoulder can make feel her happy again and after all.

Once in a lifetime, she thought, just once more.

Her world was falling apart, piece by piece until she was about to turn into dust. The look of herself beginning to fade that winter. Meanwhile, who was she after all this time?, was she only a thought, an illusion or a person in flesh and blood?

She never knew. Was just a reflection of an idea with the secret intention to offer a meaning in this world; a world with words to be spoken in a language forgotten for all though time.