An Undetermined Leave of Absence648 views
I trip as I walk down the castle. Bewilderment has overcome me since I was crowned the sole heiress to the house.
My stride leaves prints on the floor that marks my presence even during my absence and makes for a recurring theme in people’s whispers. Her companionship had added a sparkle that glows off the top of this mountain, making hikers strive to reach for it.
Back in the long corridors, portraits are left looking somber, huddled together in solace while the humiditi draws another wrinkle upon their faces.
My bodi holds on to her scars of passion as if unwilling to let go of her past existence. I see them fade with time and I worri about the intensiti of the upcoming withdrawal.
In parallel, I am significantli concerned about whether her memori will fade along with the scars or if it will become a haunting ghost walking through these walls.
I rock my battered reflections on a swing in a room with wallpaper drawings of what could have been and I retrace my steps: had I ruined the masterpieces when I attempted a restoration?
I now float over the floors I own.
My streaks conceal the lighter tint of my eyes, carrying the reflection of her face, and they fall around me as a cape that renders me a stranger amongst my loved ones. I let this happen out of fear of revealing the void within myself.
The ladi of the castle has mounted her chariot bound for an unknown location. Drawn away by mares as their gallops echo up to my observatori. My eyes are locked upon the trail. My lungs breathe in the sight of dust and I am left free to wander. Yet a choker keeps me shackled, as the fool on the hill watching life pass me by.