It took longer than she expected to stop traipsing around the tracks of old stories she kept repeating in her mind. The crevices were worn and deep and she was used to the paths, they had become second nature to her. She didn’t have to think much about where she was treading, she just moved along the familiar curves and around the blocks in her head.
She had grown weary of the same stories; what she knew so well. She craved something different, something unfamiliar, and it was that desire that pulled her out of the ruts her mind had melded so deep. She was done with the past, not even willing to flirt with the future. It felt unnatural to look out upon something new, but it had become more common for her to lift her gaze, to stop dead in the path, to step off in to no trail; no identified destination, no story at all.
She flickered like a candle flame licking the darkness, as if her thirst was unquenchable. She too was unable to steady herself.
She pulled from her intuition and worked outward. There were peaceful moments. She also felt frazzled. Untethered. She had no idea what she was doing or where she was headed.
She could barely recognize herself now.
Her soul was not for sale any longer.
She had tried to pawn it and failed.
She felt afloat in her surroundings.
Her instincts were untethered.
She felt restless with no room to escape.
She was in a delicate state;
and there was no going back.
She fell apart by slowing down.
She couldn’t undo the release.
She failed to contain that which had been set free.
When she finally caught herself, there was so much to take in.
She was somewhere in there deep down;
wholly the same, yet entirely different.
She had grown into a new being,
a new beast,
a new magical monster;
her plumes were no longer hidden.