Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
Her eyes on the walls, widening ever so slightly the more they drifted in and around, she strived to commit the swindling of caverns to her memories, picturing and framing them in her mind if she ever returned here for some other trip. She couldn’t fathom why – for all her experiences hadn’t been grand – but who knew what the future held.
Hearing Noah would go at least calmed some of her nerves, because maybe it meant she wasn’t foolish in her notions of attending. A long breath drew out of her lungs, and she began glancing over interesting lines along the pathways. “I don’t. I don’t know much about the Ancients at all.” Her mouth formed into a frown, perhaps disappointed in herself, her education and sagacity on the matter, or all the other consternations floating within her mind. A curious stare was sent to Noah, perhaps, hoping, he had some knowledge to impart and share.
Hearing Noah would go at least calmed some of her nerves, because maybe it meant she wasn’t foolish in her notions of attending. A long breath drew out of her lungs, and she began glancing over interesting lines along the pathways. “I don’t. I don’t know much about the Ancients at all.” Her mouth formed into a frown, perhaps disappointed in herself, her education and sagacity on the matter, or all the other consternations floating within her mind. A curious stare was sent to Noah, perhaps, hoping, he had some knowledge to impart and share.
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
