So, her whole life she had a sight to see what she could never believe when she did. She tried to change things and she laid on the strings. With every whispered hope, her spirit gently clings with her heart beating softly. She never thought she would leave to let go of the chains that were pushing her back. She was holding on to life but she didn’t feel things. Now she dances alone, lost in the echoes of broken wings. Washed up in bed when she needed them the most. The storm had passed. What felt like days, she questions herself if it was just another night. She still feels confused and disoriented as to where she may of gone but, it was certainly a journey. Now, she is settled back home safely. I know she is grateful to be back yet she still feels bound to this ‘other world’ which changes her perception of reality. 

Piecing together dreams, she stumbles through this duality. As if a mistake a part of the action is now part of my life. The fragments come and go, there is a familiarity to all of this almost like a sense of belonging. Though I know she told me she was a stranger to me. And this would be the last time I see her face in my dreams I see her. She found something to believe in and knows she’s not really crazy. There is more that exists than just the physical and phenomena that can’t be explained by science. I don’t know if I would ever return again. Everything seems so hazy as if it was just a dream. I hope one day this will all be gone with patience. Maybe one day I will be brought back to the place I never thought I would find a place. There are some days she just doesn’t want to be found. She is always on my mind though as if this is my last destination. Hopefully, now she could rest her sweet, little head to sleep without being paralyzed from the waist down unable to move. When you try to scream, but you can’t get out of your head. Caught up in a vicious, annoying cycle.