- Vol. 07
- Chapter 04
Image by Omid Armin
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.