Warmth.

This is the beginning portion of the book I am in the process of writing.
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The crystal blue of the sea stretched out before her fingertips, reaching for the pristine nature of this place, she reached out into nothing. The scene faded and she found herself in total darkness. Just hte crashing of waves on the rocks for a slight moment, then nothing. Silence envelopes her. Silence. She always hated silence. Darkness is the very envelope that holds the very persona of her being. Life has gotten her down so many times, yet like the lioness she is, she's not going to take it sitting down. She doesn't plan on being told what to do. She plans on taking her life the opposite direction of those before her. A small speck of light shines through the dark & silence, she knew once the warmth from the stream of light, and yearns for it. The puzzle that is her life, is like broken pieces of colored glass, she just needs to put the final piece in the grand design. Those little shards of broken glass that have been broken over neglect for seventeen years can be replaced with a marvelous stained glass window. One which will allow for the inner light to warm even the coldest of days. Even if it's the hollow shell she's built herself, she will find warmth in the slightest touch. She can use the inner light if everything falls apart. The lonely candle in the wind falters a little, but stays lit, as saying "it's okay child, you can make it" She just wants to feel freedom and be loved by the person she has loved for the past three months. She wants her chance in the sun. She is me. I am her, reaching out, touching the beam of warm light on the shattered glass, trying not to get cut while making a masterpiece, while staring to the green eyes which hold the key to my freedom.


My Husband & I