the ruins of me

sixty.

"how does it feel?"

she stood, clasping a large, soft blanket over her shoulders as she overlooked the city that was beneath her, as the different colored lights in the night only aluminates the city even more awhile trying to think of a reasonable answer, one that would be perfect.

"it's cold sometimes. lonely, but that's supposed to happen when you're trying to find yourself." she uttered before turning to lean against the rail of the balcony.

"Yes, i do hope someday i find love. for someone to protect me when i can't myself. but for now, all i need is me. and right now that just feels.. enough," she smiles, eyes glued to her best friend in front of her.

"and how long are you going to keep telling yourself that?"

the girl slowly turns back towards the view, wondering how the city life was down there. how people were doing, where they were going, how they were feeling- if any were similar to what she was feeling, all while thinking harshly of what the woman behind her uttered before speaking softly of an answer of her own.

"until i believe it."

-zmh