I could really use a wish right now..
She is beautiful inside this fog, forgetting the road and these cars entirely. There is so much to see past the blurred highway greys and I know she wants the rain, loves to fingertip follow the droplets down the window pane. I had thought she was completely finished this time. Truly it seemed as though she would simply climb inside of herself and remain a long while, perhaps forever. Instead some rational being emerged to discover a great deal of wasted time, in the end, that is all. Some rational bit of a whole person who can decide that time is only just this disjointed construct designed to bewilder us into unassuming marionettes. That this is all at best the art of learned acceptance for the traits inherent in most human beings. It is difficult to ascertain the reason for this rational emergence. Some sort of bizarre coping mechanism devoid of any real merit to avoid this mess of stifled tears and lost hope.
She is beautiful with her almond eyes peering at the tops of the swaying trees, gauging the strength of the wind and of herself. It hardly seems proper to remember some old and forgotten
promise to belong to a single person for any length of time - the rational beings having deemed time and love irrelevant due to a seeming lack of
scientific grounding.
Perhaps he had only been in her life at all to remind her that there is no one, in the end, who will always be there. No reason for tears over fairy tales that don't exist and love that will always have an
expiry date. No sense, none at all, in emotional displays of incomprehensible sadness. She will live a ghost life, alone, with no soul and
no reason to feel at all.
And she is
even more beautiful - hours later - with her knees curled to her chest, head against the window, tear-soaked sleeves clinging to her pale skin. Her fingertips following droplets down the window pane.