Sometimes she let’s herself freeze as a reminder that life is worth living,
Unable to anticipate tomorrow as always been a trigger,
The thought of willingly diving into the unknown that’s called life…
Sometimes she allows herself to feel, ticking a box of the human trait called emotions
Unbothered by the labels bond to be attached,
Willingly she strives on authenticity, unapologetically at the forefront of vulnerability…
Sometimes she just wants to be spoken to,
Expressions rhetorically shared with the intent to soothe,
Sarcasm free syllables, explicitly uttered, evocatively aimed to pacify her mind.
Sometimes…
Her Mind, Her Story 