Again.

Again she painted her dreams now entangled and blurry. (Maybe even vague now) above the space pressing down hard on her chest. Lifting an almost unwilling finger she traced its outlines where lines intertwined to form an intangible mess. The beginnings melded into the ends.

Again she was tired of suppressing her undeniable fiery passion to leave everyone behind, to submerge herself into possibilities and greater unknowns. She was tired of being where she was at and not where her soul was at.

Again she wanted to be unsure. But then again she was never a certain person to begin with. But she was indeed clear of one thing. To be away from all the familiar faces and voices. To be thrown and tossed into a sea of unknown masks.

Again the normality and redundancy of life and its shortchanges (shortcomings/shortages) was taking a toll on her shoulders. She wanted something new. (not something new but something really really new. [dangerous]).

Come to think of it, she has experienced something new (not dangerous but close enough). In recent days she stumbled upon a meagre portion of strength carefully concealed in the pages of her freshly scrawled diary. This most certainly frightened her for she was never the brave one, the uncertain one-most certainly. The one who was always off course- of course.

So this was news to her, spectacular! , with that meagre portion of strength carefully conce.................. She managed to free her lonely mind from the treacherous reins of the past! WHAT AN ACHIEVEMENT her heart blared, (now proud and angry-with joy?) it was confirmed. She was no longer held back from her past, the unsightly, silent, supreme shadow that clung so desperately to her mind/heart/soul.

Two.
'Shut your eyes. Now open, wait stop,
Okay open them now, what? Don't look at me like that!
Give me your hand, oh cmon!

Can you feel this?

That was awkward... Can't believe I actually did that, please don't be mad.. just don't forget
Me.'

Again she was amazed by her own amazing qualities.
Again she reaffirmed the amazing ability to manipulate the affairs of her heart.
Again she still yearned for being away from being away.

Four.
'You had already forgotten me. That is why I had to... forgo
You.'

Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Again she found her cloud of secret (not so secret now) dreams.
Again she made it out alive.
Again she is still breathing.
Again she is still yearning.
Again she is still learning.

Breathe in.
Breathe out.