Lost yet found

She never knew what she was looking for,
Probably that's why she never knew what to look for, who to ask, grab when it was before her, know she had achieved it, go on, all happy and smug.
Then she realised, she din't really want anything specific, just something that caught her fancy.
Such fanciful thinking, such a waste of life...

All that glitters

She excitedly bought some fancy lights but on reaching home she never managed to put them up. They have been lying there, in their packing, for months now. Holding inside them the promise of many colourful hues and moments.
Maybe the darkness is too dense for the lights to combat. Maybe she wants to keep them hidden from the clutches of the enormous darkness around them.
For now, both she and the lights, breathe the darkness, day and night, hoping and somewhere knowing that there will be a time for those magical lights and the moments spent their warm glow.