Past Life

Like clouds on the horizon, dipped in yellows and oranges. The clouds bring in a past that not only reminds but never vanishes. It's like the on coming glimpse of things to atone for. She's so much stronger then I ever remember, as the clouds begin to roll out and the sky begin to darken. Even in the shroud of what I know she is, she stands brighter then the northern star.

Dripped in the blackness of night, she stands like a light tower. Ever pointing my way to a future I find, I already fear. I look over her from all angles, I remember the scars and the missing emotions. She's given me everything, in order for  me to survive the world I must live in.

I find, even to this day, living her life was so much easier then it is to live my own. Humans and Demons differ greatly, but I know the weakness of both. I find Demons to be more trustworthy, Angels disturbingly criptive, and Humans idiot to boot...But I'm one of them.

With her red eyes she watches me, I take a step away and she takes a step toward me. I side step and she follows, to anyone else you'd think it was a mirror. But her eyes give her away, her body stiffening at my actions. She's holding on so loosely now, I cant help but hold on to her tighter.

I miss this woman from my past, I miss what I use to be in the presence of her. But I will...Will do as I must to show she was never in vain. The woman who raised me, taught me, became me, will never stop being me.

I cannot let my girl of moon light and stars disappear. She will never be my sunshine, she will always be my night time memories and dreams of wars fought with little more then loyalty and trust.

Musings of girl  writing about a person's past