All I want is to belong. To feel equal to others, Yet still be unique. To be confident in being my own person. To have my own soul and light shine through. All I want is to belong.

As she runs through the meadow of flowers she picks up speed as the wind rushes under her umbrella. The flower petals whisper and flurry all around her as she passes by. Feeling free as a bird she keeps running. Letting all her cares, secrets, and worries escape her mind and soul. She’s light as a feather for the first time in forever. The hours feel like minutes, the rest of the world disappears. She’s alone and at peace at last.

When I first arrived here I thought it wasn’t where I was meant to be. I was terrified. The long dark halls, the constant screams, fire everywhere shining way too bright at all hours. I didn’t know what to do. I felt stuck for so long, in this place of darkness and torture. I tried everything I could think of to get out of hell and return to the gates of heaven. Until one day, I just stopped. I stopped because the fires suddenly felt warm and safe. The screams sounded like a symphony that only I could understand. The dark halls went from a labyrinth of confusion to a labyrinth of protection and safety. I was so confused. Why had this place of death and endless torture and suffering become so welcoming and safe. That’s when I realized, I felt free. Free to let all my secrets and inner demons show themselves whenever to whoever, and knew I wouldn’t be judged for them. I could do whatever I pleased. Whether it was a dark and twisted fantasy or a relaxing urge I had, it didn’t matter. I realized I was more at home here then I ever had been out i the real world.

It was all becoming real. The way he looks at me. The way I look at him. The way we see each other for who we really are, And who we wish to be.

Our whirlwind love. It happened so fast. Never wanting to be apart. Always longing for more. More of everything.

The ice shimmers bright by the light of the moon. Calling to her softly as she strolls past. Reminding her of the youth she once had.

Waking up early to go play in the snow. School being called off due to bad roads. Sledding down her steep driveway with her old neighborhood friends.

Not a care in the world to be found. She dreams of going back there one day. To that care free life she once had.

Now a days, her fear and anxiety takes control. Casting dark shadows all around. Never knowing when to give in to them or to run free.

“She’s not who she says she is.”. He warns them as they arrive. The house is dark and deserted. The only light coming from the full moon shinning high above within the stars. The “For Sale” sign swaying in the breeze. They ignore his warning and keep moving. It’s a beautiful 19th century house. Four bedrooms, three baths, huge open floor plan downstairs with a beautiful fire place cascading up the wall. The fire burns bright, casting shadows all around. They immediately fall in love with the place and buy it right then and there. Months go by and everything is going great. Then, one day they’re sitting on the porch swing reading and hear a loud crash from inside. The foyers chandelier is shattered across the floor. With no idea what caused it they sweep the mess and move on. As time goes on more and more peculiar things begin to happen. The fire lights itself, they hear voices through the walls when no one else is there, the chandelier falls over and over again. They begin to worry and soon recall the warning they were eerily given upon their first arrival. “She’s not who she says she is” the man warned them. Beginning to worry, they do some digging. All they find is more and more horror stories about what’s happened within these walls. More and more death and decay. They finally realize and understand what the man was warning them about on that very first day. The house isn’t at all who she says she is. The secrets and torment run far too deep to be taken care of. All that’s left to do, is put it back on the market.

Bright lights shining like the stars. All you see in every direction. Blinding, guiding, powerful. Leading to the hope of what’s known and unknown. Lighting waiting in the shadows, All the while making shadows of their own.

The roots of her inner being run deep within. Reaching, tangling, intertwined. Far beneath the surface. Searching for more. Begging to become one with the earth.

He loves her so much. She loves him so deeply too. Their love is unmatched. Two souls combining for life. Never to leave each other.

Her soul moves through life as swift as a train. Constantly moving, Each car a different side of her.

One car for stress and worry, Another for joy and freedom, A third for anger and frustration, A fourth for the mystery of the unknown.

Each one a crucial part of her existence. She gets lost between the train cars all too frequently. Stuck between a mix of them all.

She often finds herself pondering. “Which car takes the lead today?”. “Which car do I want to be less known?”.

Each day she must find herself. Rediscovering her intent over and over again. The train never stops moving. Until one day, its all gone.