Born into a stale life
She was trained to keep complacent the people around her
And then one day she realized,
She would rather get eaten by moths, than live like this.
That night in the vapid town she lived in, a storm of sounds began.
They tore through her parents
Ripped apart her friends
Shredded every memory of the boy she fancied
It carried her towards the edge of her town
And set her down on the ground.
Vacant, she can remember the words and sayings
That all her loved ones have ever said.
She looked on towards the soot-like dirt road ahead of her.
The road that led away from her home.
Not a sign of life around, no plants, no trees, just that desolate road.
In the distance she saw something very small, vibrant
And as she got closer she discovered a little vine, the size of a dime
Peaking its way out of one of the cracks
That was all she needed to move forward
And so she let the noises carry her away.