Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
Lena smiled at Lilliane’s predilections and hopes for the future; even if they were simplistic, sometimes that was the best, with a world teetering on the brink of hovering war. “That sounds special enough.” And achievable, by some standards. “What sort of work do you enjoy?” Perhaps she could get started on those efforts, at the very least, and everything else could fall into place.
At the final statement though, her brow arched, gaze sweeping back out towards the sea. “Maybe, maybe not. It depends on what you want to achieve first. Settling down is feasible, once you find a place you enjoy. I have heard of some even venturing into the Wilds.” She poised an effortless shrug. “Travel. See the world. Now more than ever. You’ll find friends within.” And perhaps an occupation, or loved ones – found family.
At the final statement though, her brow arched, gaze sweeping back out towards the sea. “Maybe, maybe not. It depends on what you want to achieve first. Settling down is feasible, once you find a place you enjoy. I have heard of some even venturing into the Wilds.” She poised an effortless shrug. “Travel. See the world. Now more than ever. You’ll find friends within.” And perhaps an occupation, or loved ones – found family.
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all