Magical Despair

Just a description of the unknown from an optimist with a heart that is engulfed with grief.

She has never seen snow, but was so fascinated with how it was created. Imagining crystal like flakes made her eyes sparkle. 

 Her eyes would beam with the thought of the sunlight flickering on those delicate diamond shapes.. 

This thought comforted her, the magic she inflicted with her own will by just picturing something so little, so trivial mesmerized everyone around her by her mere presence.

The purity in the notion she held so dearly was what created the passion, the love and the desire in her..

The desire to venture for more, for the unknown.. 

 For Maybe, just maybe it would possess the magic that once made her eyes shine.