I once came across a girl. She was standing in the middle of a lonely field, holding flower petals in her hand and bearing a large feather in her hair. Wearing a white dress that flowed in the breeze, she whispered words that I couldn't quite understand but felt that they were very significant just the same. I don't think I'll ever forget her. She represented beauty and contentment and freedom- all the things I'm not you see. I hope one day, maybe, just maybe I'll find her again and see that we are truly not that different after all.
I'm caught at a crossroads, somewhere between an ending and a beginning and I'm not sure where to turn.