Belief in a common heart ~
She touched the cold glass behind her weak hand, she admired repeatdly. The sanity she still has, and all doubts have gone. She managed to look again for pens, papers were oftenly laid ahead. Got her bags ready for tomorrow. She caught another sight of him- maybe it wasnt real or maybe the head started the game, again!
She knew that from now on, she has to rely on herself, not that she was abondend. But a belief inside her grew so much bigger. She started to see things differently this time. People faces fell behind, around the corner they were brushed aside. Nothing really was important, not that she had placed a lot of emphasis on. No one really cared!
She packed her heart inside a box to protect it from the mess. She saved the moments, maybe alot of moments from everyone. She would always observe before talking back or respond. Elegantly demure she would share her mini snacks with beggers, she believed in the power of love, and human ..
She never anticipated nor presented herself ,aggresively. She believed in the power of vibes. Her open heart won her places, and sometimes drove her to the shore of the unknown. She grew stronger with every defeat or a broken deed. She learned the way to her dreams, a long journey through the hurdle she would stomp upon...
The familiar feeling she would always wake up with - drained, sick and tired! Something behind her was a dread. She never screamed nor glared. She fought alone and this is when she knew she is bigger than she used to be ~ . Courage is a feeling before growing some strenght~
She counted her minutes, looked into the clock with a pray" Oh lord, take me away from here- save me from all the ugly and filth". She knew that one thing could stand the night, your ability and your knowlegde. No one in this universe could take away your power nor control- and so you are the only person who can give the chance for others to corner,or place aside. The feeling you ve got either zip you down or take you higher to so many places ~
She believed and whenever she does- blessings came in tribes to her heart. She was happy inside, in a little cottage placed into the depth of somewhere wonderful- she smiled with a happy heart~
P.S: A belief is your strenght and knowledge to conqure everything, with a happy heart~

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