Tears flow down her face. Agony from recent past, she clings to like a drowning body floating at sea. Useless debris. There's a taste of duality in all things. A sorrow reality can bring. Though this is a mere moment in time it seems like it is everything. How does one gauge pain if it is something we hope not to be remembering?
She lets herself became jaded, a heart slowly turning to stone. Heading down a path she lets herself believe she knows. She lets herself believe she knows all there is to know. If she takes a wrong turn there could be more suffering, or more joy then she would have otherwise know. Who really knows which way to go?