The Beginning of the End

The sound of their conversation slowly faded as her focus turned to the faint sound of rustling leaves. The spoken words were too familiar and felt rehearsed, as if every line had been repeated over and over again leaving all emotion stripped. Each took their turn expressing how deep their love was for the other, and even through the sincerity of the statements it was hard not to notice that she was only trying to convince herself. So much time had passed since they joined that it seemed the days and nights melted into each other like the dark shadows of a painting.

She often felt trapped, tied down with nothing more than a string of decisions made when she was much too young. Kenneled like a pet, never having tasted freedom, she spends every waking moment dreaming of it. The attention she receives never seems to satisfy the cravings and only fuels her curiosity for the unknown. She will gaze intently into the soul of anyone whose eyes meet hers, but no one can hear her silent screams for release. She needs some kind of release, she needs something to wake up her sleeping soul. She wants to feel alive again, and she will. So she sits with him, talking and smiling, patiently waiting for that moment.