authors note: the first song that came on was Love Affair, by Copeland. this is a reflection story. im feeling very descriptive though, with little detail of the big picture, if you feel me?

disclaimer: music belongs to Copeland, and the Menalist to Bruno Heller.

Fell past a cheekbone hill
To a piece of her floor
The hope of the world
in an awkward spill

She stared out the window. Watching the city lighting up the night sky, reflecting beautiful colors mixing in her green, spacey eyes. The dark buildings over the orange-pink sunset, the everlasting darkness in the high sky, and the streetlights and car lights looking like the stars of the ground. Looking out into the world, continuously moving, each person with their own story, their own life, she sighed deeply. She wished from the depths of her heart that she could change it all. She didn't even resist when her eyes began dampen, and her vision became slightly blurred. She stood, completely relaxed, as the single tear began to glide down her cheek, and onto her chin, gradually becoming heavy enough to fall off her face.

She had been strong for far too long.

Oh she'd lie on her bed
and stare into harsh white light
and think that her heart's not right

There was nothing more to say. Waking up as usual, she watched her ceiling fan rotate for a few minutes. She finally rolled out of bed, sighing. It was daily routine, after all. Same thing, every day. But when things around her started to change, she was simply left behind. The same daily routine, only with her life flying around her like a tornado day after day. She could do nothing more than walk though the eye of the storm, waiting for the worse to come.

'Cause love took her hand like a thief
took her heart like a robber
and the feelings that scare her
become her relief

She had become comfortable, living like this. Everything around her changing, spinning, with no control over the outcome. Love had left her heart long ago, and left the empty chambers to pick up the pieces. But with the winds of the storm so far out of control, finding where the pieces went was an impossible challenge. Even though her heart was shattered, she still tried to find a way to love through the broken pieces. But eventually, that all became too much for her. She had given up, and just glided through the eye with no emotion; no feelings. This had become her new home.

Just let me run where I want to run
Just let me love who I want.
Just let me run where I want to run
Just let me love who I want.

They had all tried to help. But nobody could even amount to the numerous times she spent being tossed like a rag doll in the winds, unable to find the forgiving hand to pull her out. The hands were always there, but just shortly out of reach. Finally, she drifted away to the point that the hands were no longer even visible. She tried to fill her storms with false emotions, joys, and smiles, but they were so faded it just became another one of the motions she went through.

In a flash a heart is slain
you have to ask in all this pain
Was your heart too soft?
Was your love in vain?

She had always wondered if she was truly meant for this. She knew God had ultimate control, but sometimes she wondered if this is what He had planned for her. Why wasn't she able to handle this? She had always managed to keep an army at bay surrounding her heart; remaining strong to be a full time job. Maybe somewhere along the lines, she just collapsed. Unable to see what lay behind the strong boundaries, she had just given up.

Was your kiss too weak?
Were your eyes too tired?
And much too young to be in love
Much too young to be in love

She had tried and tried. Nothing brought back the life and love into her soul. Her storms continued to rage, and she had lost sight of everything else. She had been a firecracker since the day she could walk-but now, her power and will has relinquished. When he walked slowly back into her life, he knew he would have to be able to fight the storms with her. When he walked back in, the calm of the storm became just a little more evident. His hands were outstretched, ready to hold her. She knew this time she could be strong. She was going to love like no other, and give all her heart to him. With arms wide open, she knew this time she would lose her head for her heart.

There are no rules for this love
Just keep your head and don't give up
Like all the fools who play it smart.
Lose your head just for your heart, just for your heart.