The little part of the person which holds two together

Stretched like jelly, trying to be so many people at once, she is finally growing in to just one. Although she didn’t mould in to the exact person I loved most, she is still part of that person. Or, she is made with pieces from one of those people she tried to be. That little part of her will always be the person I love most.

Carrying Light

She illuminates each room, then takes the light purposefully with her to the next, leaving everything before her and after in darkness. Yet although she is always in the light, she is unable to look back at where she came from, nor look forward to anything ahead of her. Therefore, she will never get out of what she is in.

Riverside tunnel, Bath.