She lay on the bed. A thought or two bothering her deep into the sleepless night. No toss and turns, a crease less sheet suffocating beneath her mass. She just laid there, still. Static, almost lifeless. The fan above cooled the summer air around her. There were no beads of sweat on her forehead. An unusual night. Her eyes bubbled in tears that slowly traveled from the edges of her eyes to her temple and fell silently on the pillow covers – quickly absorbing the tear dews. The mild , cold wet spots tickled her right temple. The memory rested by her side silently. It seems like Seasons came and passed, leaves fell and grew again. Storms and winds bashed against her open window. She stayed there, there in a frozen moment.Her deep set dark eyes haunted her face and a serene smile danced about her thin cracked cherry lips.
Silent sobs and wrinkles of worry and grays of life push us towards a dark tunnel. lets just not stand here. the key to getting out alive of such moments is to keep moving.