Tears on a leaf mistaken for raindrops from the sky. A lonely hike on a lonely path. She seeks salvation but her mind cannot rest. She climbs higher and higher but there is no end in sight. She wanders as she wonders what is next in life. There will be an end point but she cannot see that far ahead. Her tooth hurts from the daily grind. Her legs twitch from the the hustle and bustle. Even the mountains are filled with competitors. Are there no sanctuaries left? She touches her tears and swallows them nostalgically. Luckily she loves salt.
Psychologist MImi Philosophy
"It can be very dangerous to see things from somebody else's point of view without the proper training" --Douglas Adams