be still
she sits with her brows furrowed, quietly willing the thoughts doing laps around her head to stay still
she is tired of her mind and her mind... tired of her inaction, you can see it on the lines of her face, you can see it on her feigned smile, you can see it in her hair, her skin the forced laugh she lets out in the company of others
she is perplexed, confused and shes looking for that spark, that passion, the drive the feeling of wanting something so bad... so bad and going out and striving for it
what happened? and where did they all go? will it come back? oh please come back.
to be able to do something for herself... she guesses she could, if she plucked up the courage to let go, let it all go and not feel like shes letting anyone down
let go of all things negative in her life, negative thoughts, negative people .. to create a life that she can confidently brand with her name.
she thinks its time, time to live for herself, time to love and care for herself
because amidst all the enlightenments and disenchantment, she has lost faith in people ... and perhaps even in herself and the things she can do...
...and so she sits, brows furrowed, willing the thoughts doing laps around her head to stay still.


