Had no idea where it would lead to but it ended up being the last lifeline she needed.
She opened her arms wide and fell into the liquid that comes only from the unknown.
Hers was a deep blue-green that tended to have a touch of yellow when dreams were achieved.
The solid ring on the outside was a pathway to be walked by many. No one journeyed there without permission, but permission was often granted without knowledge.
She knew the golden tipped bird help more than it told. One look was all it took to make her sea yellow again.
Sometimes it can be colorless and still come from the heart.
Times have come and gone without much of a thought, this must be corrected in order to see what truly has come.
