The Cave

It appears strange to me. I find I have a flame in me. At times lit for a face familiar to my gaze and at times just lighting the hollow.

Es seht so

Drinnen Ich habe ein licht

Manchmal ein gesicht, dass ich kenne

Und wenn nicht das bedeutet ich habe mehr platz als ich dachte

She was walking softly. Her footsteps were feline like. No one could hear other than the bottom of her foot.

The sound of the wind against the flame made a clear woosh. Tiny sparkles of fiery dust swiveled with the pull until disappearing into clarity- her movements were rhythmic and her heartbeat followed suit. There was an ease in her direction even if it wasn’t so well lit around her figure. Her feet felt the rough surface and foresaw what ground would move below. Her breathing was collected. The air she breathed out came out as mellow smoke. She was all alone in her walk, it would seem so if looked in from the outside. There was no way to peek inwards and see her roam with all the creatures of the dark. Keeping to her wave, sound afloat.