She could feel herself fading gray in a wold full of possible colour
She began to regret her whole way of being,
Staying in on friday nights
Pushing away all possible friends
And making the media her "Social life".
Aspects of life she'd been missing rushed though her brain :
Spontaneity,
Human interaction,
To love someone,
To be loved.
Her regrets made a rage within her,
A rage that had never been present in her old self
As her rage grew,
Her soul awakened out of the slumber it had been in, and
Never again would she go Unnoticed or
Voiceless
She had been born again from the Rage of a Stagnant life