by Alice Well (LMH) (c)
In this world there are many lost keys, spare keys, keys to unknown locks and lockets. They are known as the lost souls of trinkets, the absolute saddening moment when one just wants to open that lock, to that one house, one heart, one hope, but without that key, hearts can be broken, emotions rushing forth freely.
There existed a glorious key known as Sinterspookspand. She was innocent and somewhat gullible and naive, she absorbed whatever information was fed to her by the other mischievous keys. She was told she could open any lock, if she wished and wished and wished enough, they had her believe she could open the windows to the soul! Now wasn’t this ridiculous, why wasn’t she otherwise told?
So Sinterspookspand went about her daily life believing she could enter another’s soul, simply by unlocking their eyes with her simple key structure, at this notion I am ever so appalled. Luckily she did not pry her herself into the physical eyes of another, wouldn’t that leave a mess so atrocious indeed, something I’d not wish to be viewed by any other!
One fine day she spotted a shattered heart upon the counter. With a smile she began to contemplate, to ponder. Could she mend his broken self, if she wished well enough? As she approached he knew he must seamlessly rejoin himself and become tough. For the sake of this key’s naive self understanding, he mended himself even though he was eternally broken inside, and together they were forever and ever, this is the tale that would utterly divide.
© 2019 Alice Well Art, Lauren M. Hancock, also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.