Day by day, person after person after person she sees, person after person she meets. Same old entry. Same dull monologue and before long, the same exit. Quite accustomed to this she has become, that meeting new people is no longer exciting. So used to being secretive she is, that there is no longer any point in forming new attachments.
'Why should I do that if I'm only going to hide myself away anyway?' she asks herself.
Such is the normality that she fails to notice this particular person, a stranger, and one who is very strange. True to the saying, you cannot judge a book by its cover, but this particular book looks quite easy to judge. As such, the book is thrown on top of the pile, along with the others. then somehow, for some inexplicable reason, she one day takes the new book from the pile and opens it. As soon as she opens the book, a myriad of confusing thoughts and emotions blow right at her face.
'Is it a mistake that I'm making? Is this maybe the thought that I've always brushed away? Really, who is this stranger?'
Question after question fly past,
with no answer forthcoming.
YOU ARE READING
A HEALING SOUL.
DiversosA true story inspired by real-life happenings. A journey based on the past. A complex loop of compressed and suppressed emotions. A poetic experience of breaking the loophole and setting greater sights ahead. Through many hardships, creating a perso...
