Going through the motions, internalized emotions, fueling not so accurate perceptions,
This all happening to her, hidden thoughts of is this real, maybe it is all true, I must have done this to myself.
Going through it emotionally displaying through physically expression known to the common tongue as tears,
The sudden surge of unexplainable most uncontrolled emotions that causes one to hate himself for going through it.
On dried path left by the salty stream, hyperventilating to ease one’s breathing, one wonders;
Will I be okay… yes I will be okay, a fallacy told that can’t be proven…
Her Mind, Her Story 