Post by Broadway is Beautiful on Mar 21, 2006 15:31:38 GMT -5
Kaitlyn lingered between the tall, slender trees, momentarily slipping her arm around a trunk every now and then, as if it were someone's waist. Mist lazily floated through the air, occasionally parting to reveal the moon, visible above the oustretched, entangled branches, like long and bony fingers.
The girl savored the silence as a long lost friend, letting her mind wander as her body did. The wood was such an enchanting, mysterious place, seemingly full of secrets, untold tales, history as it unfolded. She loved it there, where no one else ever came, where she could be alone with her thoughts. Every now and then it occurred to her that a little company wouldn't be greatly unwelcome, as long as it was someone with a similar though pattern.
Sure, she scofffed to herself. Believe what you will, but there is no one like that. She reflected on how, throughout gradeschool, teachers always liked to return to the fact that everyone was different, 'in their own special way'. Was that really a good thing? I mean, sure, if everyone were the same it would be utterly boring, but what about those people who just happened to be so, erm, unique, let us say, that they were alone in the world with no one who shared their thoughts and opinions? What was better, being like everyone else, or being alone, with no one to talk to?
Well, she didn't need people. If she was alone in the world, at least Kaitlyn had herself to talk to.
The girl savored the silence as a long lost friend, letting her mind wander as her body did. The wood was such an enchanting, mysterious place, seemingly full of secrets, untold tales, history as it unfolded. She loved it there, where no one else ever came, where she could be alone with her thoughts. Every now and then it occurred to her that a little company wouldn't be greatly unwelcome, as long as it was someone with a similar though pattern.
Sure, she scofffed to herself. Believe what you will, but there is no one like that. She reflected on how, throughout gradeschool, teachers always liked to return to the fact that everyone was different, 'in their own special way'. Was that really a good thing? I mean, sure, if everyone were the same it would be utterly boring, but what about those people who just happened to be so, erm, unique, let us say, that they were alone in the world with no one who shared their thoughts and opinions? What was better, being like everyone else, or being alone, with no one to talk to?
Well, she didn't need people. If she was alone in the world, at least Kaitlyn had herself to talk to.
Kaitlyn: 