so quickly cast aside by everything she used to love. she’s forgotten the sound of her own voice. loneliness becomes relief. nights by candlelight, and the shimmer of a thousand eyes. lost souls that gave up long ago, and wander lost in time. the gentle wind whispers “you’re not like them”…”you don’t have to be”. colors run down painted portraits, and blur the memories. the darkness holds her tight, swallows each star in the sky. she clings to memories of brighter nights and waits for sunrise.