The next day,
She awoke not just in a different state...
but in a totally different state of mind.
All that was.
Was no longer.
There was nothing.
Yet everything.
And so she needed to breathe.
She needed to really come back to herself.
When she was around people all the time,
She kept getting entangled.
She would lose who she was.
So easily.
And right now,
she felt as though she was so lost
that even a fairy tale prince couldn't find her, let alone a magician.
She was in her own Bermuda triangle.
Trying to round it out..
"You're a circle" she says over and over again
trying to convince herself.
However, the more she tries to change the truth,
the deeper she gets lost into this
false belief she chose to believe.
But so how would she find her way out?
She knew she had to first admit,
that she had walked into the triangle herself.
No one pushed her.
No one made her.
She walked in.
And now that she was in it, why didn't she accept it?
Why was she trying to change a triangle into a circle?
So she let go of her Pride.
To change what she couldn't change.
And accept it.
And so there she stood.
In the middle of a room.
Which was not hers.
She looked around and realized, she was thankful.
Grateful.
For a room which she really didn't deserve.
But what was she going to do now?
The triangle she was in reeked of corners.
She hated sharp turns.
She hated change.
But at every corner,
she had to..
And they always came so fast.
She felt stuck.
Like the elephant who was tied to a post with a shoestring..
Like the Smurfs who always got locked up in a cat cage.
She, too, was stuck...
