Unidentified cravings, craving that no human could even begin to explain. One who’s heart is so damaged, so closed off, yet craves love like it has never even pierced the skin.
She lives wildly free, without an ounce of emotion keeping her in the one place. Adventuring, to feel nothing but the sensation of the unknown. To bring her thoughts into motion, her words into actions and her dreams into reality.
As girls we are soft, open, patient and forgiving. Once we experience the pure betrayal of heartbreak it causes us to feel as if that happy person we once were can never return. But that’s not the case, those parts of us always remain inside.
We build and stand behind walls only to protect ourselves from getting hurt. Certain people give us reasons to knock them down where some give us reasons to build them back up. The heart is a delicate thing, the constant battle we’re all faced with is the battle between our heads and our hearts. As we grow through our heartache, we learn to surface different strengths we never knew we had.
Soul, that is what she craves. That connection between hers and another, one that understands and draws her in completely, the type of bond instantly bound by an electrical force that she can no longer control. In the end she could not fight fate. It scared her to death but began to make her feel alive.
As she finally let her heart guide her onto the path that she was meant to follow she was now able to see the full growth of her intensions, to expand her perspective on what she finds meaningful again. Allowing herself to question and go deeper into who she is. To not define herself of things that no longer exist, but to accept the chance to move beyond them.
