• Vol. 07
  • Chapter 04
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I stand alone in this tiny world, blue sky enveloping me, the tarmac of the road enclosing me in this micro-existence.

My thoughts are not here in this bubble of the perfect storm, they fly free, unencumbered by the constraints this puddle puts on my reflection's reflections.

I am not there, or here. I am lost in a world of my own creation, where nothing tethers me and no imposed expectations prevent me being who I truly am.

This reflection of a lonely woman is only the character seen by a world with little imagination. My reality is not for your eyes. You would not understand.