Howdy folks, this was something I had written from a simple thought. So I hope you guys like it. As the title states...any ideas would be helpful.

It was a warm spring evening, another function completed with another time captured within the lonely trestles of her heart. Life had always been a painful yet intricate dance. Decisions made with her,without her; always throwing a piece of her soul away at every decision which came before her. It had gotten to the point until she became a cold shell, known as an ice queen. Her cold exterior radiated so brightly that winter would be accompanied at every waking step behind her.

Even now her miserable heart was frozen, but yet still beating. She would always pray that one day she could walk away from it all. To simply live, yet again her cold heart told her that the living wouldn't come here. Living could always be shielded, hidden, even simply become non-existent. It was always painful to bring up the simple fact of living. Her life was more like of a robot or even a plane simply placed on auto-pilot, always travelling with no destination. People always telling her how her life is supposed to be, how planned her life is, proving to herself the coldness in which embodied her.

From the ballroom she started walking towards the majestic gardens, the place which would always prove to her that the living could reside in such a cold place. It would always prove to her that things could not only live here but also grow in such a dreary place. She looked at the roses which were in every sense beautiful. She remembered when they were first planted, the first time that they came into bloom, always proving to herself even when she was in darkness, that there was always somewhere life would be around and it would be showing the possible contrast in herself.

Behind her cold exterior, past her cold heart, would be one word that could momentary ease her burdened soul.

Hope

Always hope, always hoping that something would be around the next corner, the next discussion, the next meeting, the next anything which would grace her presence. Hope was always something to look for, to live for; a wise man once told her. The presence of hope could easily make or break a life. It was a moment in life without a measurement, ensnaring beautiful qualities and bringing them forward towards the despaired and broken. No one could or would even dare to quantify such a phenomena as it would be as one would call it, 'un-hopeful'. It would be the one line which a higher power created to ensure that no one would step across, regardless to the anything which could be after it.

She would continue her walk in the garden, taking in its grandeur and magnificence, breathing the life which she clearly needed to continue to hope that the coldness would one day lift. She knew it wouldn't suddenly up-surge towards the heavens, but the hope which was instilled in her body prayed it would up lift before she got there. After time, a simple sigh would bring back the coldness, as the lateness of the hour would draw towards her, coaxing her to follow to a place where it could be a haven or even a hell. The lateness of the hour would always somehow, would end up being a despised period of her time. Time itself could also be defined as a despised entity, as there was never enough of it. Never enough time to work, to sleep, to think, to play, even to dream. To dream how things could be different, to dream on the unplayed consequences for unplanned actions.

A yawn would bring perspective that slumber was very necessary for refuel her mind, to yet again strive through another day, which would be no less colder for her than the day in which had passed.


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