She walks alone gazing into the sky of truth, she believes, without proof, existing is only a fragment of the complexities she calls self, manipulated by her own words, no one hears what this woman heard, she illustrates masterpieces in her mind, to reduce the amount of skepticism others may find, graceful in her stride, her actions are full of pride, and then she falls, though she gets up, she is haunted by that fall, she retraces her steps, something must be flawed, the game must have changed in the midst of her course, I…. I mean, She must find her source, we know, but she doesn’t know that retracing steps wastes time, what’s done is complete, she’ll have another opportunity to greet what she didn’t defeat, in the future not the past, what’s meant to be short-lived, will not last, but you cannot give effectively, what one is not willing to receive, so you hold on to this pertinent revelation, and hope when that time comes, it’s my words she believes, no one wants to change, especially her, she wants to be accepted for who she is, as she should, but when I speak of growth, I never speak of the core, just simply doing more, this is who she is, but is she doing her best, will she later be preoccupied with her regrets? Will she be wishing instead of doing, blaming others for the unhappiness she now owns, she’s still walking alone, there’s no connection, so she hung up the phone, if she was connected to me I would tell her, no handset will connect to a jack that won’t attach, and the results may look like this : when I go in, you come out, so it feels like I’m with you, and then instantaneously I am without, wearing out, what wasn’t suppose to be worn, just loved and adorn, free, and with peace, a journey and a destiny, a thought and a belief, she is me, she is you, without the s, she could be a he, too.
