Him.

She was swept up like the wind sweeps the autumn leaves off the ground. She shone like the summer sun. Her heart as white as snow. She was fully herself and not full of herself. She was free.
But no, not ever before.
For before the flower of who she was ever bloomed, was a visually eternal night, with the slightest glimpse of light.
She sat in her room. Quietly. She scared herself with dark thoughts that lingered amidst the silence. The silence that was full of noise. Her name was Tamara. But she didn't know who she was. She wondered if dawn would ever break forth. And it seemingly did not.
He came in quietly. Like a hobbit of lore. And he wasnt so dashing, no fairytales, no knights.
He smiled as if he knew her but they had never met before. Little did she know, he was all she was looking for, running for, seeking for, dying for.
He said come dear one, i've watched you long. I've waited for your fruit to be ripe, for readiness to come your way.
He took her hand and let her out of it all. And suddenly her room was no more.

He's with you know
Singing a sweet melody
Dancing and laughing
Waiting for you to break forth
Dance, dear one, dance.



Ehem. This wasn't meant to be like, erotic or something.
Its just a product of a slightly emotional state of mind and hope in an amazing God.
That happened two months after July.
Oh how, how time flies.
Don't ask me why!

Ask the butterflies.

You now have permission to laugh at me.
Good night.