The Porcelain Beauty

Porcelain, she glows. Beautiful and free to roam this life in wonder. With nothing to stop her from the life she knows must be lived, she goes in awe of her future, and remembrance of her past. She glides to the swift undertow, as the ocean time slowly ticks. Walking slows as she is forced to stop and remind herself of where she is headed. Her destination is not a city, or a home. Her destination isn't an event or even a place. She moves towards herself, not any one thing or person. She walks to find peace to satisfy an aching heart. Sweet solitude. With every step, she comes closer. Closer to the end. She walks for old age, and she walks for a chance to start over. She walks freely, but she walks with a purpose. The porcelain beauty walks alone. The porcelain beauty walks to die.

Author's Note

Just a little piece

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