Solitude

Beauty arose in her silence. The way she openly guarded herself with others was tantalizing in every way. Such a watcher was she, spying into every soul she encountered. Simply absorbing a piece of each one and memorizing their value. Alone in the flesh, yet every inch of her skin covered with the fingerprints of others passing through this life. She loves them all but simply needs not. She is mystery, true discovery, a story that is made of a thousand tales to be shared on the hearts of many, long after her whispers are gone.

Reviews

[alifeacoustic]

A beautiful thought, to be spoken of and remembered with a smile, long after we have departed this mortal coil, or even in reminiscent thought of when we touched such beauty and recall it with smiling eyes. Guarding our solitude, yet having the ability to connect with others.
Love this. Superb.

[Faith]

Thank you much sir. :) so glad it spoke to you as well.