She looked up to see the clouds.
The sun immaculate above. As it slowly sets, the color fade. Her heart, slowly breaking.
She bowed her head, and closed her eyes.
She held herself tightly, no more tears.
She never wanted to be just a passenger.
She never wanted to just hang around.
These are all familiar scars. All too memorable. All Irreparable.
She remembered the feeling, it was burning.
She covered her ears to block the sound.
She never wished for this. Any of this.
As the coldness of reality seeps in, a glimpse of her life in film as it spins.
What she wished for, was to get out.
Never go roundabout.
Once again, she wants to forget.
She never asked for anything
But right now, she longs for memories that her mind will always remember.
