emotions

She builds her own world with a headset, songs and a keyboard. The headset is like a wall that isolates her from the world. Songs are her emotions. The keyboard is a breathing machine, this is where her emotions flow. In this little world she created she could be anyone, a critic, a creative writer, and most specially herself. This is where she goes when she herself can't understand what's going on inside her.

She's hurt or maybe not, not the right word but maybe close enough. She has been waiting for so long and everytime something came up she finds herself confused and undecided. She finds her self not in a bliss but in a dilemna. There is always something, more often there's someone in the middle.

She doesn't know where it started. Conversations, little acts of kindness, she doesn't know. She just found herself falling or rather hanging...