The rain was falling again. More tears. More tears. More tears falling from the heavens above. More tears echoing off the reflections from within the deepest and darkest parts of our souls. But the echos are short. The darkness is cracking. Ironic, isn't it? The darkness is fading away, but there's no light in the world. Everything is still dark. All dark. All dark. It's all dark.

My finger-tips press against the glass. I feel the cold comfort beneath my encrypted insignia of my fingerprint on each of my fingers. The glass sparkles, it almost seems happy from my touch. But I only imagine things. The glass is still only cold within its depths, however far those depths might be. I press my forhead against the glass. Delving my soul into the crystal contents as I stand there. Pressed against the glass. Locked away from the world. Outside, the tears are falling over everything. I see the green leaves of the screaming life of trees, of plants, of everything. Except me. My fingers seem so little against the cold glass they're pressed against. I hear the echoes within my mind. They drip to every corner like a droplet of water breaking the smooth calm of a pond. Spreading the thoughts everywhere.

I step forward. I step into the glass, into the prison of my mind. And I can move freely, almost as if I belong here. But I can't belong here. This mind, my mind, is such a dangerous place. Its almost like I'm swimming, but I can walk through the contents of the glass. Spilling forth endless dreams that were so long ago forgotten. They see my reflection from their world, they see hope in my visit. How sorry I am to disappoint them. But they whisper to me nonetheless. Their quiet murmmers drumming into an endless song that glides around me like a gentle wind. A wind blowing with it the essence of the past. Of the Future. Of the now. I wonder what I'm doing here, locked inside that glass, which I was leaning against moments ago.

But from the dreams, the whispers, the hopes, they drank in my thoughts. They indulged themselves in my sight, and into my eyes they went. Blurring all that was around me. Showing me the lights of the world, that would dispell the darkness. That would take away the darkness. That would cleanse the world of its sorrow filled tears. Then the voice, that voice tore me from my self indulged thoughts of my new borne sight.

Are you there? Have you finally come?

She was wearing a dress. A dress made from the fabric of dreams and life itself. It rippled in the glass as we stood, looking each other. Giving off a glow that almost burned my new sight, she extended a graceful hand. I didn't move. I couldn't move. What could I do? Even with the light in my eyes, I was afraid. The tears of the world wanted more than to drown me away inside their depths. She withdrew her hand at my hesitation. Her bright eyes fixated on mine. When she spoke, she made no sound. The whispers were the only sounds within the glass. But I read the message painted across her lips.

Please, she said. Please live.

I reached forward with my hand, but it met resistance. I felt the glass beneath my fingers, even though the Light blocked my sight. The glass was keeping me locked away, far from my destination. Regardless if it was so close. But from the glass, my shadow stepped forward. Mocking me with its near flawless image of myself. It looked upon me with the darkness in its eyes. Then the tears began to fall. It was raining, raining within the glass.

The shadow looked me over, seeing the Light in my eyes. My sight now blind to that of worldly things. But filled with the whispers, the dreams, the hopes. The shadow was disgusted, I could feel the anger pulsing out from it in dark waves. Increasing each time it did so. It need not say any words. We understood each other, even as our polar Sights looked at each other. I extended my hand to the shadow.

It looked at me. Almost for a moment, that it was unsure what to do. Should it run away? Should it give in? Should it trust its other half? There was no answers for those questions. There was no force to tell it which direction it had to take. It extended its hand to mine, and we joined together. Light and Shadow. Hope and Darkness. Two sides that must see the world as one. With the Shadow imbued within me, I stepped forward once again. I broke the glass that seperated me from the silent one.

Walking that short distance within the glass seemed to take ages. The world passing by the reflections of the Glass. She looked at me, and I saw her clearly, despite the Light and Darkness within my eyes. Within my Heart. Within my Soul. She laid her hand against my cheek and smiled.

This is the path you must walk. You're taking your first step. The rain won't fade away. It won't ever fade away. But it will be your guide. It will be your guide for the path that lies beyond.

She gestured at the Glass behind her. It was dark, I could see the rain steadily pouring down outside the Glass. I could only look at her questioningly. Where must I go? What must I do? How can I face the challenges of the world? She answered my thoughts with her own.

You're not alone anymore. You're not alone.

And then she was gone. I was alone within the glass. But, I wasn't alone. My darkness, my hope, they were entwined with me. We were one. I stepped to the edges of the glass, and pressed my fingers against the cold surface. It was pleasant. I looked in through the misty edging of the Glass, and saw her. She was asleep, in a bed, safe. Safe from the shadows, from the darkness, from the dreams, from the hope. The words echoed across my lips without even realizing it.

I'm not alone anymore.

There's no need to fade away. To face the shadows of the world, the dreams and hopes of the future, alone. There was no need to take that path without her by my side, holding my hand. Facing the challenges of the world. The rain would be our guide, and the stars would be our protectors.

I stepped out from the glass, and through the dreams that clouded my mind. I woke with her on my mind. There was no glass, there was no mystical maiden pointing out my path to me. There was only my thoughts, my bed, my lack of sleep. And only her on my mind. Those thoughts drifted to her like a ship bobbing in the midsts of the ocean. She was far away, I knew. But she was there, and with me.

Laying back down in the simple little bed, I reached out my arms into my dreams and held her tight.

I'm not alone anymore.






<3 Kaycie. I can't sleep without thinking about her.