As he enters the room, his mind freed from his past. Looking towards a bed. Such a thin
shadows lays cast. On the angel that has taken the confines of his bed. Long, beautiful
silk flowing from her head. He pushes the pen to the paper to release the selfish thoughts
from his past. For she has shed a a new, bright light that is so beautiful and vast. He
witnesses the angel with the blankets clutched to her side. A peaceful sleep has taken
the place of the emptiness she once felt inside. Continuing to write, his pen bleeds ink
onto this page. His mind lets go of the things that once caused him rage. Breathing in.
Deep. Exhaling a new form of life. As he sits next to the angel laying on her side. He rests
his hand onto hers, a spark ignited inside his soul. His heart grows warm as she melts
the trials and tolls that have abused and tormented his core. His sleeping beauty lies
with her eyes closed. A shimmer of hope released from her lips. As he rests his other
hand at the edge of her hip. With his hand he brushes the silk away from her face and the
purest form of beauty radiates.