Something needs to be done.

She prefers to stay inside.

They're no longer a surprise.

An old novel in french.

Hope for tomorrow.

Where is her imagination?

It was still.

Begin, here now.

But, but, but.

Making poetry of it.

Screaming in her head.

She saw herself.

Eat this picture.

Places its white lips upon them.

The end of the day.

You are such a pretty little seagull.

Was it there all along?

The rest of the room talks.

The seasons were their own lessons.

She carried cupcakes.

So the story goes.

In a dream.

A glimpse.

I'm a tourist, she murmured.

Spread too thin.

Waging steep hills.

She can't wait to get through.

Where they met.

Using their reserves.

At home.

Everything comes together.