A quiet moment of gazing at the glowing sky was all it took for her to lapse into rumination.
After all, moments of deep introspection didn’t occur to her unless she was facing a vista. It took all of nature’s breathtaking beauty to still the chaos within her mind.
Chaos, or mere numbness? Her life seemed no less convoluted than a tangled ball of yarn, but she felt more like the needle entwined in the fibres, inert, unmoving… trapped.
Cornered, up against a wall like a frightened prey…unable to rationalise, one step away from lashing out, even as she awaits the killing blow.
She can’t even remember the chain of events which got her to this unpleasant state of being.
But like everything, the cause didn’t matter either. Futile – everything was so bloody futile. Why was she even trying?
Her own reflection was nothing more than a carefully crafted mirage, vanishing in the realm of solitude to nothingness.
There had been something…someone, even, but the anchors had been torn away long enough for her to lose herself to the distant horizon.
And she didn’t know where to look.
Like broken shards of glass, beautiful yet merciless, her feelings lie scattered before her, wounding her with every step.
And so she trudges forward, leaving blood in her wake. A hazily marked trail, indeterminate yet significant to anyone who would bother looking for traces and yet she sought no salvation, no knight in shining armour.
Just a tiny little spark of hope – that damned double-edged sword – of being sought after regardless.