Simplistic Solitude

A visitor looms in a stagnant space-a witness trespassing in tranquilities chaos, hovering alongside the end of the earth. Body existing among muted pigments, heart painted with shadowed feelings, encompassed by an interlude of openness, inhaling its confusion. A footprint- a physical impression only to be worn away by time, a reminder that she is a temporary existence. Wet sand pooled around bare feet gives her prints dimension and meaning, validating her presence. Her slender frame enveloped by a white innocence, clinging to her with desperation, as if at any moment, it could be swept away. She waits. Brown-eyed gaze reaching over miles of endless freedoms not yet encountered, but desired. Faint rays of light dance in between her legs revealing her silhouette, a fixed presence nestled among nostalgia. A deafening silence consumes her, She is victim to her mind. Clouds hang as if suspended in simplistic solitude, shaping their meaning. She is but a fixture in the openness of a crowded space. It comes to warn her, washing away her bare-footed impression, revising the meaning of her existence. Internally, she has surrendered herself to it, but in her dreams, she has given herself to this place. Would it feel the need to return, steeped in a greater confidence? The world is silent, yet her mind is turbulent. Breathless and consumed, a delicate tear places her at its mercy. And yet, secretly, she surrenders herself to the inherent notion that time cannot wash away the footprints in her heart.