Loneliness is akin to dust on you skin,
Becoming thicker, heavier with every empty day,
Until your eyes are sealed and your lungs are full,
And your heart ceases to beat in unison with the rotation of the world.
The words echoed clearly in the dense and thick bushes on her path to Berión. Memories were still very fresh as though it just transpired yesterday. A mania of nostalgia hit her as her fingers grazed through the rough texture of the old and haggard tree bark.
Her smile trembled on her lips, and her heart swelled with a detectable fondness. An intense sense of delight hit her nerves that were elated. It was as though a sleeping emotion in her was finally awoken by the feel of her hands on the place she used to be.
Her gaze flew to the distance which was covered in the thickness of the fog surrounding it. Shielding the top of the rest of the trees from sight. Only halfway the stem could be seen downwards.
