She’s not lost, but she’s not quite found either. She’s floating midair – in the space between the doors that are slightly ajar, in the chances you’re so close to reaching but let go of in the last second, in the second of calm before you go down from the highest peak of a roller coaster. She’s not quite anywhere yet, but she believes she’s bound to find herself. Not today, not yet. But someday.

(this prose is originally from ask.fm)


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