Her eyes had quietened down;
that innate fervor and excitement
had drowned themselves in a turbid
disc of black without a fleck of light.
She said nothing to aid her stare
that seemed to be affixed to the floor
below the tinted glass window
where the shimmering sunlight twisted it's hues.
It was the stance of someone
who knew her future.
A future where her only friend was her shadow
dancing in the hues of the tinted glass window..
If only there was a vine with leaves as footholds to climb up to the very sun and dim it's light a little bit, would things in our universe be any different?
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