|Leaking into the after image
of bound forgiveness. Putting memory on trial so often had brought her
to the uncertainty of her time.
She was unsure when she began to find herself unfit, it was as if she was always so.
I found her that day, unleashing the dust of her isolation wandering in circles without taking a step. She fumbled, over the loss of strength to make her dreams dimensional. In the second dimension so long she began to believe she was part of it