Through these halls

I’m walking through these halls with mother and the place rejects me. The walls are beige and the spirit lost. We’re here to see the purple haired queen. She knows it all. After almost 84 years, she has been the strongest, the bravest. Today she fell. Today we’re here to see her, to talk to her. Her presence is enough to always want to stay, to always want to be around her.

She always smiles and used to have yellow hair, she was born to shine. Her body was born in the 30s but her soul in the 90s, maybe later. She used to be a model and a muse and mermaid to many.

She’s the one everyone loves; everybody’s here to see her. The pale spaces clash with her colorful life choices. She never cared what anyone thought. She wore hats and high couture. She married the wrong man and had 4 children. She loves all 4 of them to the moon and back.

She’s the one whose love multiplies by the minute. 13 souls belong to her here on Earth and no matter where they happen to be; they’re coming to see her. They’re almost here.

Waiting is the hardest part, especially when you walk through these halls. You don’t know what the news will tell. It could be nothing or it could be the heart thief trying to steal a beat from each and every one of us.

The pictures on the walls are empty. The pictures in my head are full of enchanting moments shared with her. She taught me to love the stars, to speak to them. “No matter where you are, if you want to talk to me, I’m one of those big, bright stars” she’d tell me as a child. She’s one of the wealthiest creatures I’ve encountered. She spent all her money on clothes and pretty things and on those she loved. She desired beauty and beauty agreed to be her best friend forever. She wore perfume and smelled like lilies. She’s just lovely.

We’re stuck here, through these halls and they’ve asked us to wait. We want to see her, talk to her, be with her. But we have to wait.

When such a beautiful life is on the line, the waiting seems unbearable. We wait to see her and steal more of her valuable minutes, lessons. We wait to have more time and when we do, be grateful no matter how much it is and know that true love shines and never ends.

If it means getting to see the purple haired queen again, through these halls we’ll wait because there’s nothing we wouldn’t do. That’s what her love created, that’s what true love can do.

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