~Sprite~

~The Story~P1~
I can't recall when it was I had lost track of where I was going. There are times when I'm able to get a small glimpse, long enough to pause the frame in my mind. Even, if for a moment. Even if just a pawn I have a purpose. And that purpose had become the journey of my life's existence. Occupying my time I pushed through the darkness to a view towards the course of my life. With the sense of "knowing" there was "so much more." Then one day it happened. I fell. Just like that I fell. Lost and lonely the pain of your breaking heart was heard. Some how somewhere I fell. During that fall my life moved frame by frame slow enough to feel the palm of a giant unforeseen hand float me gently down.

~Sprite~Yolanda Rodriguez Martinez~