Today, she was asked to share her story.
She was straddling her left foot to mount the horse but the one thing she thought was easy and fun took her a day to execute.
Before she knew it, it was already dark and the other visitors had gone home.
Instinctively she went home.
The streets looked strange at night though. The road to her house became a little bit different hence, difficult to follow.
But she was bold and daring so she went on walking on what ought to be the path leading to her house, crossing on the same highway and stepping on the same concrete.
She was happiest with her ‘me time’.
But the star she followed, the street signs she held close to her, the coordinates and, the land marks she knew all became mere toys. Little toys in the city.
Her notebook filled with questions of feeling spiritually detached, taking in erroneous perceptions of everything around, trying to bridge perception and actuality.
Much like the prison waif taking the bull by the horns
She fell into a limbo inside the rabbit hole.
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