requiem.

catefrances

like a dark stream cutting through the moonlight her life flowed from its dawn, downhill. there were pools of deep contemplation where she did nothing but absorb everything around her. and there were shallow violent rapids where everything she did took on a perverse manic passivity. as mere spectators enjoying some bizarre privilege, we stood and watched from the shore. sometimes we would brave the tempest and jump in the boat and ride it along with her. but oftentimes she made the environment too hostile for anything to survive. least of all herself.
so... here we are again. standing on the shore. and as the light fades from the setting sun, we toss flowers out into the flow and watch as they drift downstream. away. from us and everything she couldn't hold onto. and wouldn't allow to touch her. the echoes left behind bounce against the rock and we can see where she has been. the cool water soothes and the descending shadows envelope us in memories. and we are relieved that she escaped from her cage. that the peace she so craved is now within her. though we shared no blood, she was my sister. and i will miss her.

reeferchief

Ooooh that one is beautiful cate.:):)