Saturday, November 15, 2008
She stares out the window, and watches the rain fall. She sees her reflection staring right back at her. Then she begins to think of the many people who have come into her life, and the ones who have left. She thinks of the many good friends she has obtained over the years. Her expression is solemn while she draws a smiley-face in the condensation on the window. She is in a state of contentment, and she quite likes it there. The friends that have entered her life have come in for a purpose, as well as the ones who left. She knows this, and experiences a moment of enlightenment. It is like everything in her life suddenly makes sense in a way that she cannot put into words. That is because it is not about the words; it's about the feeling.