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You do not know heartbreak
Not until you've lived as long as I
Not until you've lived as long as I
Time. It was a strange concept. To know that the clock was merely created just so that we could function, and without the birth of time, the world would be chaos, entertained the silver in the warm sunset. Time seemed to be something that is always deceiving, one may think that there is time, that it is not dried and gone, but then it is realized, you do not have any time left. Father time was no man who wallowed in the pities of others, he would take the time away from you in the worst of days. He held no mercy in the face of death, he took what was his when he wanted. And it was never at the right time.
Katerina liked to understand, to poke, to prod and to know. Theories, conspiracies, and anything that involved speculation always caught her interest quite quickly. It was just who she was, someone who always questioned the way the world worked. She liked to peer in the grooves and crevices of life's gears, to wonder how they were ingrained and created. It was a never ending flame inside, one that craved the food of thought.
She let the blackening waters fill her silver gaze, the vibrant oranges and highlighter yellows dancing across the sky in an array of rainbow chromes. Her hair cascaded in the wind, the thick strands dancing as the misty wind sung it's tune. Here, she stood, peering over the world's edge. A place that she never thought she'd be. A place that was going to bring a new light into her eyes and a new purpose into her life.
OCC: Can't write, bad idea when it's late.
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