She knew within herself shortly afterwards that the grasping she’d lingered onto for so long had slowly diminish into dry false hope.. Hope of a fantasy that was merely mistaken. She’d wanted nothing more than a soul mate but at a loss she’d found destitute, for nothing more could suffice.
There came a time when Miranda would often get lost and engrossed in other worldly curiosities, outbound and outgrown by her own cause for satisfaction which she could neither satisfy or find. Quite simply, she was a wanderer looking and searching for that which she could not find. She’d given up by now for be it what it would be, seemed quite simply to be the tall order now. She’d become dishevelled with notions.
The day had become brighter, the sun brilliant, everything was alive, breathing and vibrant.. Through these new eyes her vision uplifted.. Thrown away was the old and the letting go refreshing, even exhilarating. Why, she suddenly thought had she wasted so much time caught up in her own head of an illustrious minefield with rich pickings of no valid quantity. She laughed or maybe even cried at the notion.. Life was beautiful and wonderful.. If only she’d looked through eyes of clarity. She sat for a moment and picked the day away, marvelled at what she’d missed before mulling into new seas which she called her home. Here and now.