lights buzzing voices blurry
a melody playing in her mind
no sleep, dinner, her days are busy

she's not used to much silence nowadays
playing music in her ears to drown out the longing
of burning nights and conversations

the gravity of blood keeps her grounded but pulls her away from touching the sky all the same
she wonders whether the moon and the stars are
gleaming of encouragement or ridicule

pigments of colour, foreign sounds
like driving past blinking signs
on the side of the road
she crashes down into the soft river

'go with the flow', they say.