A dream of a girl named Fire.

Her freckles were like the stars in the night sky, purposefully placed for the eye to wonder with awe from one to another’s beauty over miles of pale white skin that leads the beholder to her smile, the sunshine in this universe. She didn’t need tattoos or piercings, her purity and genuine kindness was enough to make one see something special, something different. Her name was Fire. Although her beauty spread like flames around her, like her freckles, she was not the ranting of perfection and popularity. Her beauty and character were hidden treasures only some saw, if not, deeply appreciated. Some, could only admire from afar, because they felt unworthy and shaken by Fire’s pure essence.

Her hair was a reddish orangish brownish blond. Longish. That fizzed, curled and knotted easily. She often ran her delicate fingers through it, snagging it in the little tangles.

Nothing made her heart yearn more than her desire to run away. But what she wanted, she sensed, was so far away.

Her mother died in spirit back when she was three years old. The woman sits all day and stares at the lake outside her window wondering if her husband will ever come home. She talks to the birds and thanks the sun for coming up each day.

Fire’s dad left a spiral spinning in everyone’s head about why and where he went. No signs, no clues, just wonder and tension.

But she bared it. Continued to get caught in the folds of an ignorant society, and jabbed at by pure evil over and over. The movies, the news, Hollywood, shopping malls, more shopping malls. Her parents. There was true happiness somewhere. But not here, not where her feet hit the ground. She went on a journey........

Though dark places and looked in the eyes of happy faces. Each time she experience something, she wrote it down. She went downhills across bridges and in caves.

She continued to wander, day by day listening to the whispers of angels, following the guided steps, searching for a way out......

Or a way in to something more.