she stood with her back to the wind. she could sense that he was close. standing there in the cold night it took all of her being to not turn and go to him. she didn't know if the comfort he promised was just from the cold air or something more. she had to decide if the instant gratification of being in his arms, protected from the wind was worth what may follow. would she, could she answer his silent demands? it was starting to rain and now the wind was picking up. she had a decision. keep going in this frigid weather or turn and find warmth and solitude in this stranger. she turned, deciding that this was no time to be stubborn. the wind started pulling her small frame back while trying frantically to reach the man on his horse. the stranger swung his leg over and stepped off his horse. she knew he was a large man but now standing next to him, she felt as though she was standing up against a wall! she looked up at her savior trying to find comfort in his face. the only thing on his face that was not being protected against the rigid weather, were his eyes. he had the clearest, bluest eyes she had ever seen and as beautiful his eyes were, they held no comfort. her blue eyed stranger said something to her, but she was unable to make out the words. all our young heron knew was that she was being scooped up by this massive man and put on his horse.

i want to walk away from her but her eyes hold me where i stand. i want to reach out but i know there is no reaching out to this girl. that is all she is- a girl. she looks confused and lost. not physically... its in her eyes. they look as though they lost something..something irreplaceable. yet, there is a knowing look in her eyes. a knowing look that you can only get through experience. she does not look like the type, but her eyes betray her youthful face. eyes are the window to ones soul. what an old soul this girl has. i wonder if others are able to see the pain through her eyes. do they see the trauma that has aged her spirit? or do they just see the surface? i want to turn and walk away. i can feel myself starting to drift into the sadness of her eyes. i drop the mirror

has anyone ever noticed that in movies, cartoons... t.v. land that a lot of the bad guys/crazy psycho people have two different colored eyes? why is that? i am asking because i have two different colored eyes. is it really that creepy? honesty is best, so all that read this, please be honest. it won't hurt my feelings.. i just want to know, is it weird to look at someone with two different colored eyes?

I walk inside the shadows of my soul,
the darkest place inside myself,
the saddest place I know,

It is the place where my tears run free,
the place where they fall,
is the place no one can save me,

In this place, broken thoughts are all that exist,
it is where I was abandoned,
it is where I go and never am missed,

I feel like I could stay here forever & no one would care,
no one would notice my sadness,
no one would notice my tears,

When I enter this place, I feel overwhelmed,
I wish I could talk to someone,
but then I remember there is no one to tell,

I know I could reach out but I don't even try,
sometimes in these shadows,
I think I am living just waiting to die.......