Dangerous Travel

Her eyes grew heavy,
Strained and tired.
A feeling she was far too familiar with.
It was early morning, but sleep was needed.
Her glance couldn't stop...
She was mesmerized by simple words,
Where separate would mean nothing,
But put together delicately, would mean the world.

She pulled the blanket up to her chin.
The cold air around her, made the hairs on her neck stand on point.
Nothing felt colder than her soul,
But in her soul, she found a flame.

She was already sick...
Her mind was dim, and her depression was an illness in itself.
But there was one illness she was sure to have, but if that didn't claim her,
She knew a tragedy would.

Curled in a ball
Somewhat resemblant of a half moon,
She begged the universe to hold her.

Her heartbeat was strong,
Her breathing was steady.
She would fall into a pattern of mindset,
Much like a movie.

She would travel in this moment.
To where?
She didn't know,
And that in itself was dangerous.