She has clusters of thoughts boiling through her mind and shooting against the inside of her skull. The stress that is hitting her short-fuzed nerves causing her to break away little by little. The craves that she has by wanting to be alone, away from the rest on the universe by body and soul. By taking a lonely walk to destroy the blistering anxiety that is clogging her senses. Wanting to feel, needing to see, loving to hear... She wants it all back, with a stroll to herself. 


"Stress is when you wake up screaming and you realize you haven't fallen asleep yet" -Unknown

Everyone grows and begins to mature leaving their inner child deep inside them, soon to be forgotten. A new personality begins to layer, a new person begins to thrive for life. But there are those who keep a hold of both people. There are those who can be there inner child in one second, and again be alive with their new coated maturity. What's wrong with that? Some times being little again is needed just for the memories. 


"Children make you want to start life all over again"- unknown 

Walking on the cool strands of green grass tickling your feet with every step. The freedom on the open field begins to appeal you, call you. You begin to dance, you begin to jump to heights you have never reached before. The speed of the wind whipping your hair and gently stroking your skin with its warmth. Clench it, don't let it pass you by, freedom comes with mistakes but freedom isn't real unless you're ready to include them. You have your own space, and your own freedom to own the enclosure. 


"To know how to feel oneself is nothing; the arduous thing is to know what to do with one's freedom" - Andre Gide

   Many people say that opposites attract, but in this case opposites attack. The fake against the pure, the dark against the light. There are some things in nature that are never meant to be together, like the sun and the moon that revolve separately and never meet. Avoiding the collision that will eventually lead to catastrophe in which neither will survive and neither will win. The unending battle which balances the universe and nature keeps the world going and the spirits alive. 


"She was beginning to understand that evil is not absolute, and that good is often an occasion more than a condition." - Gilbert Parker

Have you ever thought where those fairy tales came from? Have you ever had a thought that they could be real? That the special people who were able to tell their stories have witnessed something? From the mermaids who knew their way around the mysterious black oceans to the tiny fairies that flutter through the green trees of the thick forests? If not, where did this imagination come from? Why do we believe it's not real? How do we know science isn't real? Everything must come from a root that grew into separate directions.

"Faeries, come take me out of this dull world,

For I would ride with you upon the wind,
Run on the top of the dishevelled tide,
And dance upon the mountains like a flame." - William Butler Yeats