Standing in the window pane of an old run down chapel that has been overgrown with wild life and no roof. The girl in the white gown stares out at the world. Her long black hair blowing in the breeze. I only see her back, but the sagging of her shoulders tells me she is sad.
I want to fly. Feel the wind all around me. No part of me attached to any part of the world but the wind and clouds. Feelings of detachment are so strong. Needing to get away from reality.
Lifting her face to the sky, shoulders thrown back.
Surrender to this life. I must press on, no reason to wish for the impossible.
Slowly stepping from the ledge on to the soft grass, her feet are bare. The grass is moist with the nightly dews. To touch her fair pale skin. Feel the heat of her body on my finger tips. As if she knew I was there she turned slightly to look behind her.
My body tingled. A feeling of ice cold on the back of my neck Sensations swirling in my blood. A rush speeding through out my entire body. My body and blood going to freezing temperatures, a frosty breath escaping my mouth.
As my body warmed from the thought of touching her. My finger tips are on fire. Closing my eyes, I see myself trailing my fingers along her arms. My lips kissing her neck. Watching her breathe fire from her mouth. I haven't felt this warm, but for the last time i was alive. the only cold was the light of the moon. The blue sheen that surrounded this vision.