Lily did not know her own name. She never really knew it. Names did not belong to her world; a world that only she seemed to live in. She had taken the name Lily from a time long ago when she was much less jaded and more naive.
Only once did she try and tell a boy she fell in love with what her world was like, for she knew the winds would soon take her away from him. He had sent her to a hospital that was for the mentally instable and left her there in that prison.
This was probably the only time she was glad that the winds had come to steal her world and place her into another life of uncertainty. After that she stopped caring for others and let the wind take her wherever it may and never mentioned how her life was different from others.
This is Lily’s story; a story that no other sentient will ever know. She is like a shadow, moving into and out of our world and the winds shift our memories with her passing as easily as a hand moves through the cool waters of reality.
This book is in the process of being written.