I took a photograph a couple days ago and had wanted to post but didn't because I had a lot of trouble finding an application for it. Today I came across a narrative written by one of my close friends. I think it fits.



Borrowed from Tidbits...

There was a lonely drop on her cheek. He lifted up his hand and slowly wiped it away. What's wrong? he asked. Nothing. There was yet another drop on her cheek. He wiped it away yet again. They started to trickle down and he handed her a tissue but she refused. He opened up his arm to her and she slipped into them. She started to shake. He pulled her closer in. Slowly, the tears receded away. She leaned in just a tad bit too closely. He pulled his arms a little closer. Slowly, she backed away.

What's wrong? he asked again. Nothing.

Nothing is wrong. I can't help myself. Nobody has ever taken me under their wings before. Pick me up and let me fly. Take me away. Steal me and fly with me. Take me away. Save me. she thought.

Everything will be okay...he reassured her. What ever happened to fairy tale endings and prince charming? What ever happened to running in the rain and splashing in puddles? What ever happened to jumping into a pile of leaves? What ever happened to childhood?

Don't worry he said. Everything will be okay.

She believed him. She believes him.

-Tidbits...


I've never been great with words... so I'll let my pictures do the talking. Everything WILL be okay, I've faith that it will. You're a strong one, my dear :]
-Chiara

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