Heartland

The girl looked out the window as she embraced confidence. The rolling drops of dew assembled upon the lens she searched through. She turned her face away from the glass filled frame that barely stood in place. Her eyes combed the dark filled empty space that hovered below the white rocky ceiling. She glanced at each corner and questioned the strength of the structure that surrounded her. She looked in a painting that stared back at her with a single eye that peered halfway through a single pain window. She watched the earth turn to dust as it filled up the glass time keeper. The stars shined in the distance as they lit up the waters beneath it. The river forced itself upward through each crevice of the earth’s foundation until a fountain reached the sky. The life overflowed onto the hills that held the faces with sleeping eyes. The colorful pictures of her scattered life hung on the wall, hidden behind the door. Her dreams held captive in an old worn black guitar case in a corner of the room. An empty suitcase, boxes of colors, hidden drawings, and old pictures filled the closet floor. The dresser trapped years of writings that absorbed salty rain drops. Her heart collected faces that surrounded the reflection of her face in the mirror. The candles burned in the darkness as the incense danced with her thoughts. She wore a heart shaped badge on her chest bound behind a shiny piece of glass. She laid her head upon her hands as she effortlessly shut her eyes. The music notes stretched well passed the earth’s borders and returned back to her through the key shaped hole that led to her castle. Her identity found upon the shelf of her dream filled wooden headboard.