She comes again and tells me this time she'll make it and she's all over the place! But she is convinced and her resolution even made me think she could be right, until I noticed... the hat. As I take a better look at her and I contemplate those amazingly dark eyes I come to recognise that spark (again), the one that precedes every single attempt ant that she swears it's new... every single time.
"By the way I feel now" - she says- "I know this is going to change everything!".
To be perfectly honest I would have probably believed her this time, I have to admit that there are many things that have, in fact, changed quite a bit, and of course I want to believe it! I want to see it happen, once and for all, but it's just that little detail that hides behind her smile, the constant factor in every one of her little trials.
So in realising this, and knowing that I would not be able to make her see it, I decided to do as always and just smile, enjoy the light while it lasts as she goes around glimmering for everyone else to see, as she begins to feel much better and happier and stronger.
One more time I won't say a word and I'll try not to give away my ominous thoughts and I'll wait (again)... hope for the best... until I see the spark fade away and everything going back to its normal state. But in the meantime I'll hang on to the possibility, however unlikely, that this time before the jump, she will finally dig it! Then everything will actually change, and we won't be sitting here again later, thinking of the next step to take.
But ultimately if this one turns out to be another mishap, I think I would still stay and wait for the next rush, even for the next collision and maybe... for the next fall.
Some sleeping willows, in some place with no time, have stopped asking questions to the deep and silent night. And now, instead, they roam and in they wanderings they ponder and reckon...Now, they collect and feed on the dreams left behind by some oblivious passer by. So when the tints of blue begin to fall and filter through the stars and when the murky mist begins to rise, these sleeping willows covered in silver and white, they come to my window to whisper me lullabies...
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