Til life do us part
Til life do us part She sits in her chair forgotten, encourages herself in a soft whisper, waits for the woman she sees as a sister, the only good one amongst people so rotten. She waits and waits, but her sister's never around, so she stays patient, always waits in her chair, but no matter day or night, no one is there, like a searching breeze of wind, always lost, never found. Nothing could make her move, not a nudge, not a smack, they tried everything, pulling, pushing, turning of the light, little did they know she was craving this for her inner fight, the war she is losing, in her heart and brain this painful crack. And then one day, she decides to give up, years have passed without her friend, she would finally find peace, this is the end, as a voice sounds through her head, "not yet, buttercup." Suddenly, move by move, she gets up from her place, with a strange energy, with a newfound faith, she walks through the door, to her old friend, who helds every step for ...
