In to Deep.

Hello World,

There was once a girl who wonders alone in a smoky haze. 
It all swirls around in a smoky fog, 
all white and grey and to never see through. 
You move, it moves like wind.
She wonders aimlessly searching for a path, 
a set in stone to see what is laid out before.


She feels as if her eyes are closed.
It all feels wrong to her
How she longs for it all to clear away.
Going through it day in and day out, 
Never to see what is around her.

She stops. 
She inhales, 
she exhales. 
She thinks of the world, she wants. 
The crowd of the smoke is dispersing.

She opens her eyes, 
She has her paths,
They are complicated, and terrifying.
And she is ready.

Rose,

Do you ever feel like when you are doing something, you are breaking every single rule, and creating your own ones along the way?