It would take her over like kerosene to a flame, destroying everything in sight but still as bright as ever. She felt happy but only for a little while, it would soon end then begin again. Although it pains me internally I still cant even try to tell her to stop. It would be severely damaging either way, at least she is still happy for a short while.
Those barefoot nights are something that she wont remember but will dream about when it all gets too much. She needs a taste of the things she cant recall. She is drowning in her own self, unlike some her body isn't killing her its her mind. Every incident is a splinter on the lightning struck tree that is her. Yes she may be damaged but she still has fire left in her even after the smoke of what happened is clear. She is not herself anymore, but neither her nor I can remember who she was before.
"Go with the night, see your face in the moonlight.
When I sing I'll let you know that something is wrong with me." - Jake Bugg
