admin

My wings lift me up so I can fly. Sometimes, I come back around to Earth. The Earthly Plane, we call it. There is a door that we open that leads us back into the land of pain and sorrow. We do not remember when we left this place, but many of us want to go back.I often go back.My name is Mahala, and I first saw Jack when I was visiting. I was floating high above the sky on a dark night, as he was walking home from a place made of bricks and wood. I felt his sadness. Tonight, I was going to talk to him, because I had watched him for so long, and I was curious about him and his words. When I come down from the sky, wings go inside Ankara bayan escort my back like tiny diamonds.I feel my feet touch the ground and my wings are put away as soon as I put my arms down. On Earth, I look just like anyone else, except I am a Secret Keeper. I have seen things you will never see until you leave this place. Tonight, I am barefoot, with a long blue gown, and my hair is long and flowing. I smile at people as they walk past me. I find a bench, and I sit down. I know many words like *quot;bench*quot;, *quot;chair*quot;, *quot;sofa*quot;. I have been to Earth many times since I took my last human Escort bayan Ankara breath.He walked past me and I stood up.*quot;Jack,*quot; I say. *quot;Yes?*quot; He is puzzled as to how I know him. I smile at him and I reach out my hand. I can feel his apprehension. I smile again. *quot;My name is Mahala. I want to talk to you,*quot; I say, and he smiles at me and comes to the bench. He is a tall man and his blue eyes are better than Heaven. *quot;Can I help you?*quot; he asks me, and he peers at me, and then at my lack of shoes. The night air is getting colder; it is early October. *quot;I heard someone say your name a few days Bayan escort Ankara ago, and I remembered it. I am new here. I want to know more about your town,*quot; I tell him, but he stares at my feet. *quot;Where are your shoes?*quot; he asks me. *quot;I lost them,*quot; I say, and he stands up. He holds out his hand to me and I take it. His hand is rough and strong. He smiles at me. *quot;You need shoes; come with me.*quot; I follow him to his car and we get inside. I have not been in a car in a long time. There are no rules for me, like, *quot;Do not talk to strangers.*quot; He parks outside a store, and comes back with two pairs of shoes.*quot;Maybe one of these will fit you.*quot; He watches me as I put on the shoes. My dress is now up, and revealing my long leg and knee. *quot;Thank you.*quot; I am glad he does not ask me how a grown woman would lose her shoes. We drive for a while before he asks me where would I like to go. *quot;I want to go with you, Jack,*quot; I say and I stare at him in the dark car.