She was alone, in the inside. She suffered a state in which she couldn't even laugh truly.. She would hear her laughs as if they're coming from someone else, someone far. It hurts, smiling and having fun yet not being able to feel it.. She wants to just leave everything and close her eyes to shred into a black space of our universe. Or even, she wants to get away from everyone, from anxiety, from fears, lies, from getting hurt.. And sit alone staring at a clear starry night sky.. Where she only talks to shooting stars, To the lonely moon.
She's not unhappy, she just can't feel the happiness. It's a feeling of.. Nothing.
She wants to live a love story that could give birth to a new life in her soul, she wants someone to get in deep thoughts with her and yet enjoy it. She wants to be unique, beautiful, but again, she feels she has none.
But at the end of the day, with her head on her little pillow.. She goes back to herself, To her confident self. And she dreams... She thinks of the most colorful wonderful things.. Her ambitions create a bubble around her that takes her to the most dazzling places.. But after all, she's sleepy, and she has to sleep,
She wakes up, her own fears controlling her again.. And she can do nothing about it.
