I am THETALER as i have told you before, another telling needs be told, of a woman lost inside herself with her old friend, Depression. Sad story though she had so much Love and fun to give once upon a time. But that time is gone, lost in the past, a place she will not leave. Only her demise should she stay. She chooses to stay, wandering days away in sorrow and dreams. The out-come of this story is yet to be seen, as she wondered into the wild brush leading down to the unknown the last i heard. This is what i can tell you.
Her long strands of hair flew all about her head and shoulders as the wind continued to pick up. She stood covering her eyes, with her right hand, looking out over the big waters stretching out miles, in front of her, spreading far and wide. The day was warm and quite sunny, casting a shadow off to the right side of things when a wavering human shape in the water caught her attention. keeping her hand protecting her eyes she followed the shape to the man standing feet from her. He smiled. She did not. She put her attention back out over the calming liquids. But that short intervention cast forth the sadness in her face and he wanted to know why. Some how, that look he saw in her, beg for enlightenment from him, so he pounder about this feeling in himself, only to come up with the answer that he cared . . .He didn’t even know why he cared, he just wanted to, snap just like that, he wants to know why she is so sad. ” Nice day yes.” She said nothing but slightly turn her head more away from his casting shadow. “Yes nice day.” She raised her one brow. This is going to be hard he told himself. “Windy yes.” Nothing. “Yes windy.” Challenge, he told himself, he smiled. “Don’t worry yes.” She took a longer stride to her left, put her tired arm down giving a frown, with both eyes, turning more away from him this time, with no shadow in sight. “Yes don’t worry.” She snapped her head up, standing like she was frozen, only for seconds then she had to look at him . . .Who was with him, someone had to be. Who was he talking to? “Nice place yes.” “Yes nice place.” She said, it is quiet here at times. She looked to the water. “My grandfather was the captain of his own ship at the age of twenty-one and this is where he sailed.” He told her. “You own all this?” She asked. “Yes we do, my family that is.” “How do people own water.” She asked . . .He said nothing about that but he did change the topic. ” Come out here often, only, i stand over there.” He pointed and motioned down the edge of the lake that started into a little cove type part of the embankment. Her head went up again . . .She snapped her head back to his face. ” have you seen me out here before?” “Yes, i guess i have, but i never paid no never mind.” “Why now.” “What?” “Now . . .Why are you paying attention now.” “I guess i have watched you come here only to stand, looking out over the waters, just standing there for hours, i guess, i want to know why?” “Hours?” “Yes hours.” She gave a small gasp. ” Do i bother you . . .Should i not come.” “No, please . . .Come anytime you want. If you don’t want to tell me why, then i will die a sad life never knowing.” She gave a short chuckle, rolling her eyes, ending with a shake of her head. He took this time to really see her and she had this innocence about her that he could not put his finger on, but this feeling she sparked in him, gave rise to a greater feeling, Love. She was in Love with something and the sadness that took hold of her kept her from living. She looked back out over the cool waters not saying a word. “See you again yes.? Nothing. “Yes see you again.” He said, and went on his way. But he never saw her again, but he did hear a woman is seen standing on the banks looking out over the water and then she disappears. They say she wears a tattered torn dress and has her long strands of hair wave in the wind.