Sunday morning

She's still there, looking at the horizon, lost in her thoughts... She's thinking about her life, but she hasn't come up with any conclusion yet. Definitely, this task isn't so easy. What does she need? What does she feel? What does she want to? Who cares? Nobody cares... Life has taught her a hard lesson. She used to laugh, walk around, talk. However, now she can't dream; she can't feel; she can't trust people. She's tired of being the flawless girl, but not good enough to stay close. She can't realize why humans are so weird at times. It may sound sad, but it's the ugly truth.

Sometimes she feels like she's on the wrong place at the wrong time. It's difficult to explain, but she thinks something doesn't fit in with the whole story. Something that she's not able to point out because she doesn't know what it is. It seems like her life is on stand by, waiting for something that not even her knows what or when it's going to happen. The only certainty she has is that it's getting harder and harder to her to see some beauty in living, although her intuition suggests her the contrary. Should she believe it? Perhaps her intuition may be right, it always has been. Who knows? Maybe it's just time to trying to put pieces together and keep moving, instead of give up. And she will be there, waiting for the day when everything would be a merely nightmare.