She grasps at life,living countless divergent realities.
Her limbs do not move like they are her own, but like a puppet controlling her externally.
Her suffercation is comforting, her safe place.
The world deciding to change her perception.
She retracted herself from love and emotion given by those who mean nothing anymore.
Latching onto memories, intoxercated by thoughts, but swallowed with the desperation to disaccosiate.
Questioning if any of it was real.
Questioning if she should return or move foward.
Deliberating, indecicive of herself.
She hesitates.
She lets go.
Grounded, she comes to the chastening realisation that nothing will ever change.
She's humiliated with herself for believing she could try to change her view.
She understands.
And finally, she's at peace with her body,mind,and soul.