vogue

This is the story of a girl
Who spent her life
Sifting through the sands
Searching for that one speck of gold
Hidden deep beneath the surface
For years
She gathered the grains
Into her hands
And with each day
No resolution came
Only rough and painful scars
Were left behind from her labors.
And as the sand floated between her delicate fingers
They became conditioned to the texture
She grew fond of its roughness,
And forgot the golden existance
Which used to drive her passions.
Only time became an essence,
And as she watched the sand float down the river
She realized that there is so much ugliness in the beauty of life
And to find gold would end all her misery.
Rare is the purity and beauty of gold,
And it is this essential factor
That drives us to continue the search through the chaos.
The girl grew to be a woman,
And in her journey
She realized what she had missed amidst all the sands of time
And that gold,
Found her.
It was her most prized possession
And defined her,
Despite all the grains of sand that had passed through her fingers,
Her heart was not bitter
But was only enhanced by that small speckle of gold
Which defied the depths and motions of all the feircest rivers.
This is love.