She walks in silence,
Hiding her every movement.
She wonders about experiences she will never encounter,
Her story was yet to be found,
Not even she knew.
She went wandering the world,
Observing silently.
She keeps trying to experience the enjoyment that other people find easily,
Wondering why can’t I be the same?
She concludes,
She draws herself closer to her inner thoughts,
Her inner ideas,
Her inner joy.
All along,
She was living in a too serious world to experience other peoples joy.

Living an unserious life can be difficult when you are living in a too serious world.
Every thought,
Every movement,
Every word,
Is questioned.
She wonders why people have to be completely critical and cannot simply enjoy life.
Everyone is made as an individual, a simple individual, it is your decision whether to make it complicated or not. Every single decision is either made for you or for you to choose. The only thing stopping her from making the right decisions was the faces, the stares,
The scolds,
The whispering.
She always tried ignoring but it isn’t as easy as anyone would expect.
When it is constant, it stays until it devours your mind, eating away.
Tearing you down,
Preparation for total destruction.
She wonders if this is how god intended,
That everything you do you have a small impact on,
If that is how everyone will die, not by accidents, but by the development of the mind.