Floating at the heart.
A lone girl in the lake, calm
and serene was the scene where
She floated, aloof from the world, she
Waited. What she waited for? Even she
Was unsure of, after all, it is so hard to know,
What the heart wants, what the heart desires
It is so much easier to float in the water
Dreams should be peaceful right? Was
It ok to deny the realities of life?
Was it okay to deny
Outside the lake, sitting on the shore Was again Symbri, though this girl was much younger, the Symbri she had been, but no longer was, aged eleven cycles the girl sat skipping stones across the surface of the lake unaware of her older self hiding beneath the crystal surface. It was a good memory, she remembered when her older brothers had demonstrated their abilities to skip stones dozens of times across the surface of the lake, but all she'd been able to do was throw rocks that splashed. So she'd snuck out by herself one dy to practice, so that next time she was at the lake with her siblings she too could show off. Of course the first of many stones she'd thrown had hardly skipped at all, instead they collided with the water making loud splashes before sinking.
The girl on the shore would stomp and huff each time a stone failed to skip as it should, and when she got even one stuttering skip on water she'd pump her arm victoriously. It was a simpler time, fear and loneliness were concepts that had yet to mature, she was still young and felt immortal, a time when death wasn't something that could happen, it only happend to old people and bad people. What mattered was what was for dessert, what her father would bring her from market and showing up her cocky older siblings.
Symbri tried to remember what it felt like to be that age, to be innocent once more, even if it was only for a moment, the feelings of safety that came with ignorance. Symbri tried to again learn to be ignorant and find the bliss that came with it.