What else is there?


She was clueless. She felt numb. Her heart beat slower than normal… was it supposed to be dying within and being seen as living on the outside? because she was dying both inside and out.

She couldn’t fake an expression. She tried sometimes, but only the good ones noticed… the ones who really paid attention. Don’t mention the lost ones she never thought she’d lose but have somehow gone missing, resisting the urge to find their way back and replacing her warm beating heart with a cold and slowly beating one.

Forsaken, mistaken to be what it isn’t that so distant are the love songs in her head becoming.

What else is there? for if this is an experience of life, an experience with brilliance enough to have her torn and clueless regardless, then it should leave her victorious.

Or what else is there?