Sometimes she exists in indifference

Emulated by the indistinguishable expressions of a blank face,

She’ll lay floating across a calm river of consistencies

Forever bound by a path but as free as she’ll allow herself

Sometimes she doesn’t exist in a reality

She flies free in lands of fiction and impossibilities,

An escape,

A breath of excitement

And for that moment she is somewhere else

She is alive

No longer bound by any path and free for but an instant

Sometimes she exists in desperation

Grasping for something, anything to give her purpose

Reaching for an unattainable fate,

A goal visible only to her

But as always she shall remain,

Forever bound by a path but as free as she’ll allow herself

Sometimes she exists in family,

Enveloped in the warmth of security

Love and laughter taking residence in her mind and she is once again

No longer bound by any path and free for but an instant

Sometimes she exists in the past

Troubled by regrets and drowning in previous memories

Lost in something that can not be changed

Forever bound by a path but as free as she’ll allow herself

Sometimes she exists in the future

Surviving in anticipation encouraging anxiety and adrenaline

Floating listlessly in previously planned instances of probability

Playing with scenarios like building blocks of things that could go wrong

Once again she remains,

Forever bound by a path but as free as she’ll allow herself

And sometimes, though rarely, she exists in the present

Free from any grievances prior to her current time or what is believed to come

A breath of fresh air to fill fragile lungs,

No longer strained by pressures she created for herself, and for another moment she is once again,

No longer bound by any path and free for but an instant