she sees dim lights on foggy nights and stars falling, falling down; bright flames crashing into the earth— melting a frost bitten terrain. she sees cynicism in optimism and realism in pessimism. she is either as empathetic as God or as apathetic as Lucifer. there is no grey space in what she feels is right or wrong or moral or selfish. and she acts like the world is ending all the time- news flash- it's not. there are so many 'what ifs' that she can never take a chance; never live in the moment. a heart full of doubts, fears, vices. so much weight to bare. she tells herself to take deep breaths, "it's all alright," but all that comes out is murmured silence.
she can see a blue light very far away.
