Once again, she opened the door. This time, fear grabbed her. Unwilling to face dangers of life, she took a step back. When she finally recalled, a silent calling from within her. "Follow me, and i will bring you out of your comfort zone and give you warmth".

She followed her heart and stepped out of the door.She remembered the footsteps which laid their paths. Attempting to trace back, she fell hard on the ground.Now, it wasn't snow which got her. Winter's gone back to sleep whilst Summer came out to play.

A little zephyr teased the trees, and the leaves giggles in response. She walked through the mellow paths which had no leading signs. An unknown danger, once again. Nobody could hear her cries except the blooming trees along the path.

It came, anxiety caught her as she stumbled along the way. No one was there to pick her up. All she did was pray for safety. She immersed herself in a pool of deep thoughts.

"what had i done wrong?" she wispered coldly without an emotion. "Abandonment", a voice said in reply. She looked back into her past neglecting her future. And there, she saw the answer to her question.

There, it came. Her golden-laced horse carriage.She hopped on to the carriage as it ventured back into the wilderness, into a whole new perspective. She gave a hard sigh.

Unknown to where this leads to. She closed her eyes,and fell into a deep sleep. In her dreams, she saw stars. Stars, that tell alot. She saw a shooting star. Beaming with glee, she reached her hand out to catch it.

The words came and spoke to her, "shooting stars are not stars at all. Thy are just rocks that enter the atmosphere and catch fire under friction." She wondered why, that voice. It seemed familiar. The place, too dark for her to see who was speaking.

Her mind, now cleared, she could not recall or remember anything. All she knew was what she wish on, when she see a shooting star, is only a trail of debris.

Do all wonderful things happen when we are not aware of them?

Every second, another streak of silver glows: parentheses, exclamation points, commas - a whole new grammer made of light, for words too hard to speak.

The carriage made a stop.She alighted from it, and gave the horse a gentle pat. The place, she could remember everything. All she had, was in front of her. Her beautiful treaures and wonderful friends. Everyone was waiting for her return.

She had a great journey, back to her past.


poem comes only to things too hard to speak the truth