Regina, rain soaked and determined slowly made her way down this thin path, the path lined with stone, the hard work of someone that has met their destiny quite some time ago. As she walked the slithering winding path that cut through weed grass and swamp. It’s a haunting site as Regina slowly disappears in the mist and fog. The sound of waves crashing and slapping as if to announce their presence. The thickness of the fog seeemed to confuse the landscape, barren windswept shore bracing itself for another long night…

 Regina is gone for now, back to the best secret ever kept. Back to having all the answers, back to knowing surprises ain’t for you, and impossible. Some say she’s at peace and she’s with god, all these phrases meant to make the living feel better.  Regina began to think of the millions of years that go by seconds, eternity is a word avoided by both sides bc of its power.  Mostly it’s power to kill hope and its power to energize the soul who does not fear failure. It’s beauty is unmatched, the possibilities it holds close to the vest and the depths it must have there is no vocabulary to describe the inner workings of this existence….. I saw this from a distance though