Something not finished

Slowly wishing to fade, she closed her eyes and laid in her bed of stars. The moon shines in silence, trying to comfort her broken heart. This night will never return, for all the nights are so different, so apart, yet so close to one another.. The bell begins to ring, as morning approaches this lonely town, she opens her eyes and shuts out the morning. She begins to move softly, slowly, not making a print on the ground, the sun is too intense. Her routine begins, and shes done, finding herself wondering, of nothing and all.Broken wings have set her apart, deep eyes and wonder fill her silence with loud screams. Crowds pass and go, and she is always there, on her own,watching time dissolve, watching youth unravel into a confusing stage, painting her secrets into an empty canvas...underlining the breath of you. The chants of the munks begin, as she talks to her secret keepers, the animals that reign the home, the castle, the dream world, a world within a thin line of reality created for those intense, horrid sunny days. Only if the rain could come and stay and lay with the ground for a whole entire day. While others seek the sun, those rays of light that blind, to be awake, to be strong, to create a shape called a smile, she seeks the rain, the cloudy afternoons the sound of thunder in the distance, that rush of a evening storm approaching.The lovely feeling of a rainy day, how it keeps those noisy strangers passive and in a way it holds them down from their annoying loudness, their annoying looks, their fakes smiles. Oh how she loves that feeling and freedom of rain.
If she could chose, she would spend her time, in that other world, the world in her mind. That world were everything is so magical, were everything has a purpose and silence is full of laughter and has a beautiful face. That world that you can paint all those feelings and have them become a beautiful work of art, were tears heal the soul, and hearts are not made of glass, and they have the sole purpose of beating and not the 2 purposes, of keeping the body alive as well as loving. She thinks that is the reason for why hearts brake, they are just over worked and underpaid. In a perfect world, the heart would be the battery and love would come from an eternal ocean, that way, if its tried to be broken, it can turn into a tsunami, and come back with a uncontrallable vengance.