Drifted away, the feeling was like being afloat on a sea.
She didn't know how to feel for nothing lasted that long and memories were just a short pause. It simply wasn't that real for the cause she deeply seeked.
Not real that life flashed quickly before her eyes, friends became a thing in the past, her words hit blank stares and her subtle thoughts fled in despair.
Silent she stayed, working and hoping that change would cross by, her thought of possessing it all seemed like a story yet to be told.
With time, purpose walked in, took control of the innocent shed tree for at the sea she claimed to be lost at was where she felt most free.
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Parables of her
PoetryShe is about many things but little do they know, she is also about less.
