She broke her heart one too many times, endless boys and games. But she always put it back together with art. Creation - the mending glue that made everything make sense.
She began expanding beyond photographs and words. She started writing songs and mixing paints. She didn't want to be the greatest at any of these, nevertheless, they gave her life meaning.
Suspending her sorrows, so distant from the words she wants to write. It's easy to create a new life, one in which we don't have to feel. Even the vinyasa class moved too fast, she could never grasp the constant motion of it all.
She stayed up all night, writing songs that the next day would be promptly ripped out of her notebook. She would take them back, but the feeling's dead. And the world rolls on, another day - space, distance and time. She prepares herself for Paris.
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