Golden Nails

Feeling alone is usually my fear. But being alone in a place so beautiful is nothing of a fear to me. The wind is my comfort, And the sun is my guide. The grass below me is always my reminder of sweet summer memories. In love with the peace blowing the wind. And never a part of this broken world. Just for today, I am here. Closing my eyes I can still feel it. A sense throughout my mindless head. Here, I am alive. I'm not your little doll. This is who I am. I am no collection or series. Just a girl, In this place, I have no face.