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Oct. 14th, 2011 11:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thisisnomythShe doesn’t call herself a ghost, she can’[t, it hurts too much.
She doesn’t know what she is exactly, a spirit perhaps but spirit sounds too great for her. Spirits are powerful, wonderful thins and she’s not that, she’s just her, just the pretty little girl who haunts the fields at night, just the person who you might see in the corner of your eye, just the story that kids tell at night to scare their younger siblings.
But she’s not scary, not really. She’s just there, just a part of the landscape.
A legend? Maybe she’s a legend. It still sounds too grand for her, still too powerful but it works. She’s become one in the minds of the town she used to live in, she’s a part of the stories that are spread, a part of the tales kids tell at parties and parents think of fondly.
So she’s a legend, she can deal with that.
She doesn’t know what she is exactly, a spirit perhaps but spirit sounds too great for her. Spirits are powerful, wonderful thins and she’s not that, she’s just her, just the pretty little girl who haunts the fields at night, just the person who you might see in the corner of your eye, just the story that kids tell at night to scare their younger siblings.
But she’s not scary, not really. She’s just there, just a part of the landscape.
A legend? Maybe she’s a legend. It still sounds too grand for her, still too powerful but it works. She’s become one in the minds of the town she used to live in, she’s a part of the stories that are spread, a part of the tales kids tell at parties and parents think of fondly.
So she’s a legend, she can deal with that.