If You Could See Me Now

delighted

to travel in different directions is the very nature of every being and every existing thing

afraid of believing full stop, because when that happened, her hopes were raised up the flagpole, waving and blowing in the breeze for all to see. There they would weather the storms and winds, only to be lowered, tattered and ruined.
And she didn’t think she could spend any more years with her bedroom curtains open, with one eye on the road, waiting for a second person to return. She was weary and she needed to close her eyes.

Elizabeth’s hurt was screaming at her tonight

imagining and fantasising did nothing but break her heart.