Inertia

A dead state of mind and a mysterious forest where she finds herself trapped often. A forest where she has dwelled for so long, that when she sees a glimmer of light from outside and a path to the outside world she clenches her teeth and changes the direction back to the forest. A futile and negative state of mind full of the dreaded potions of emptiness. A state where for an instant she sympathizes with herself and the next moment curses herself for being weak. When she embraces those red rose petals and she feels the essence, questioning herself about her identity: Is she a loser? Has she lost the love?
Her beautiful face is reflected in those tranquil waters but her inner sadist tendencies make her overlook the spectacle she is. She returns to her cottage and smashes the mirror(read: alter-ego).

She pens down her feelings in the spiral pages of a diary, she's kept tucked away from public sight. She screams and curses herself.She calls herself a 'misfit' and cries for an endless era. Inertia is that dead phase, when the 'weak vulture' puts his evil claws and grips her with such strength that she finds no release and no deliverance from her pain. No pleasure and no memories. Her expression blank, her eyes cold and her conscience in pain.

She promises herself that the the next morning would brighten her up but returns again to that winding labyrinth. A labyrinth she's dwelled in since her birth. A labyrinth that was not so hard when she was in the womb. She cries for help and never acknowledges the help from the stranger due to the intoxicating odors of the bitter sweet paranoia. She walks endlessly but doesn't manage to find the door and tortures her small feet which continue bleeding.

She questions herself again left helpless in her conflict and lonely, as that stranger. Who is responsible?
The question and answers get washed away in the black rain drops that fall from those grey clouds of despair
She finally surrenders herself to sacred sleep and finds comfort in her bed. The sounds of distant birds in the backdrop finally soothe her. She finally meets the stranger and kisses him on the lips. She is still in a dream.