ORIGINAL MATERIAL
For the past few months she’s felt different. More uneasy and uncomfortable than before. She’s been more reserved and in a bad mood even when the day is good. Everything goes her way but yet she doesn’t feel happy. How does that make any sense? Shouldn’t she feel more alive and excited at each new day? What is the matter with her? Is there something missing? Every now and again she just stares at the walls. Beautiful, glorious sights yet untouchable. Out of her reach. Out of her realm. She can see the life flow passed her body as she watches the trees blow or the birds fly. A reminder that life keeps going. Whether we take part in it or not. In some ways she retreats further after pondering that idea. Why mess up the flow by throwing herself in the mix? Safer to just watch life as it is out there. Dream of what is possible without her screwing up the beautiful visions. She could never feel that beautiful. Never be that pure of spirit. Dirtying the beauty by being among the setting.
I like it, Kelly! You describe well something many people have probably felt at some point in their lives.
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