HER

The wind blows her hair as her steps fasten like a heartbeat, fire replacing the freezing air which once filled her lungs, burning the oxygen, a ragged breath slowly dancing towards an end, but the joy on her anticipated journey-the determination of what she hopes to become-pushes forward through all the pain.

All is left behind:

A past making space for a new one.

But who was she before the curtains were opened? For how long could she pretend she was like everyone else? Because, even if she appeared similar in the daylight, they never showed any signs of acceptance where she wished they would.
They liked different, but they idolized their own kind of difference only.

There aren't truly many of them now, are there?
All I want to say is that, from our point of view, if we could lay out a bunch of random questions-like whether she'd make essential decisions regarding these differences-believe me, the answers would not, of themselves, follow the path to where they were required.

Not yet, maybe. We wonder with the hopes that no matter what life brings out of her, she'd still find that one right place that was made for her. How would she tell if it's right?

Well, she's not completely alone just so you know..

Erm... maybe just a little lost in herself.

But enough with the dramatics,
let's move past that.
That's better.
No wait!
Wanna embark on this journey?
Can we find her together?