After all this time, she starts to realize…
It is not her.
It was not her.
It has never been her.
How could I don’t know that?
This afternoon, she is closing down that fairy tale.
She stops looking for the clue.
For now and forever, don’t ever run to her.
She has buried every piece of her misperception and expectation.
Don’t ever try to dig it or she will bleed.
/From the loudest silence/