The Lone Soul

Cold and alone she walked the sandy shores, wind ripping its tireless fngers through her long hair. She stopped and looked back at her fading footsteps.. fading.. fading.. with each lap of the grey ocean. Fading away like her soul, ever so slowly but oh so surely. Squinting, though it wasn't very bright a day, she sat cross legged facing the endless ocean. The cold day seeped through her thin robins' egg blue jacket making her shiver. She sat with her chin on her fist, hair whipping around her, wondering what in life she could have done to deserve this. So slow as if in their own private dance, tears like crystal tracked down her cheeks. Without even the smallest of sounds she wept away the clutches of despair. Alone. She was oh so alone on that cold grey beach. She sat there for hours, even after she hadn't any tears left, not as a person, but as a lone soul destined to walk forever with no one at her side...