Bathed in Tragedy. Buried With Lies.

So much death.
So many lies.
Centuries old news still hit her like a ton of bricks, weighing her down and drowning her in the anguishing blood-covered truths that stared unyielding back at her.
It cleaved her heart from her chest and left a gushing mess.
But what of it.
What was her pain compared to the mass graves.
The enslavement.
The pestilence.
The nightmares come to life they'd been forced to live.
Her fresh searing pain was nothing stacked against their centuries. Still, it burdened her greatly to know their fate. She had always felt connected but never thought herself in any shape apart of their world. She couldn't bear the thought of taking a single thing from a people who had everything taken from them.
They were all so beautiful.
Their culture resonated her spirit, causing her to well in breathless profound respect.
If she could undo history, she'd take it all back.

Paths Left Covered pt.1

Vacantly staring at the white wash ceiling insistent on making mental ends meet in her mind - much like the way an artist contemplates their next great work over a blank canvas wherein they house no inspiration, no stimulus to take embodiment to fill the void. Her mind slipped into dreams and wandered back to the familiar avenue of thought she desperately tried to avoid. It'd been some time since she last allowed herself to take that road in her mind, for what lie at the end surely left her unsettled and ill ease.
Sure she'd purposely run past it, snaked completely around it and all together avoided it finding other avenues to take to busy her traveling mind before, but that didn't erase it's mere existence. No matter how tall the weeds crept and the path diminished, in the ever growing pause and deafening silence that filled the room while she slumbered, she now returned to the dimly lit path she had so desperately tried to extinguish.
For a brief moment she wondered, time had passed so surely and steadily in her absence, maybe something had grown and cultivated she'd never seen before. A reason to hope. A change. Yes. She sought so desperately for just that. Her doubts swayed her, turning her aside from the path. Perhaps the time passed had done nothing, seeing she left it unattended, how could anything grow properly.
Still. Hope lingered.Turning again to the path she had fled so many times before, a great need welled inside to discover what lie at its end. She must know.