rough and tumble

[Colibri Soul]

[html]There was always this sincere beauty when the day was in the middle of shifting into night. The world settled, yet came alive. The darkness that crept up over the scenery and slowly strangled the colors until all that was left for the eye to see was black and gray, together with an imaginary hue of soft blue. The wind whispered silently through the empty human buildings, through the trees, tickling the leaves gently. The sound of the waves a soft lullaby for lost souls, and Colibri drifted down towards the shore together with the empty ghosts. The failure mother was the same as always, a bright flare in the dark because of the blessed fur. Her eyes were dark as always, deep pools where those who dived into them died. She was already dead.

The relative, though not directly through blood, was in front of her, and she slowly halted, letting the breeze catch up with her and swipe a light scent of presence to the younger female. Iskata. Colibri should have turned and left, but as usual, she did not what she wanted. She never knew what she wished for in general anyway. She could claim she was empty, but sadly it was not that simple. She was chaos, an emotional wreck. Was it becoming better since she left Dahlia behind? She could not tell, because every day she felt the same. Dying from the inside, moths brushing her with dust and making her ancient. There was nothing more for her, she did not wish for more. She was old at heart, and it is the heart that matters.

Are you okay? I’m not okay, I am not okay. [/html]