She hailed from a small village in a beautiful land where the mountains echoed the voice of the stars at midnight. I wasn't sure of my advent in her beautiful world in no time. Over a few messages exchanged and few saved in drafts, we just settled like a railroad track. This isn't about us but her's only. I had seen people with dreams, ambitions and charisma but all unlike her. Her voice was a qoute, her dreams were statements and ambitions needed her voice and dreams. I saw a child who was raised so well that the world grew smaller with her passing days. She could just speak unbounded, your ignorance wouldn't even allow everything to be absorbed at once. I guess she wasn't aware of everything I mentioned here. She would weep when she could have made the world cry, she could smile and the clouds would just pass by, she could dance and even the rainbow would change colors. I saw her bow down, love like none, a child just wandering in a world where she could find to belong. She started to give up slowly and I could see the weariness in her soul. I remember we spoke once about her grandmother and her throne. I felt her for the very first time and never left her alone... #YQBaba #2AmStories #WorldOnFire #1
