Fiction

Her eyes scanned the dimming horizon. The wind stroked her cheek as she turned her head to look at the sun. She took a lingering glance, the light was gentler now, it didn't hurt her eyes, but despite the change in ferocity she couldn't bare to look at it long. She had discovered the purpose, the meaning, the goal to her life, but she wasn't please with her enlightenment, it crushed her spirit. Knowing your task may make fulfilling it mildly easier, but it also means you know when you've failed.

ForeverAutumn ForeverAutumn
18-21, F
2 Responses Feb 19, 2010

what do you mean?

its....its my life....