Eyes and heart matching in weight,
Heavy,
Tired,
Questioning.
The last few nights were wonderful.
A young woman,
Surrounded by pure, radiant talent,
Pure, simple, positive energy.
She fed off of their light,
And they became a part of her.
She felt warmth,
Encompassed by the night.
Let inside,
Kindling flames.
She was now home,
Thinking about her life.
The many aspects of it.
No, one straight shot.
No, defined lines.
She craved structure,
But thrived off of free, flowing, spontaneity.
Her happiness subsided as she expolored the depths of her soul.
She examined each crevice,
Some of which excited her more than others.
She begged the universe for more energy,
More spark in her eyes,
More fire in her soul...
Like the fire she felt these past two days.
Like the fire she feels when being productive.
Like the fire that only one has been able to maintain.
But she felt empty,
Her soul, a cold desolate cave.
She would close her eyes and hope for a new beginning,
But she knew that she was the only one that could make it happen.
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