Sitas-the-Fool

She never slept well in the dark, not without the children of the sun and moon to guide her weary lids home. Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind. What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all? Braved the heaviest of storms, yet skipping over cracks in the pavement. They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm. To him they were reflections of pages overlooked. She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met. Laid out to dry, yesterdays news. He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse. He wished he was too. He loved her more than words could say