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.
