Inside out..

She was sitting at her desk thinking about some things..She lit a cigarette though usually it's not her thing to smoke. Well not today! Today she's something else..someone else, and the cigarette was a symbol of the point she was trying to prove.
Putting her headphones on she got isolated from the world outside..They don't need her anyway and she was never seeking for their company, because everyone she needed had a place to crash inside her heart..So they were there, inside..not outside..The music was gently building up in her blood, getting in her bones, she was becoming one with the vibes and the riffs and the noise..Oh the noise! The pumping of the blood and the beating of the heart and the vibration of your whole body..It made her always feel complete and with whatever song she chose she could have easily been anyone and have any kind of behaviour: she could be sad, happy, junkie, a whore or a saint, nobody or just a godess..And today that's what she needed..to feel everything.
While she started typing something to a friend she started singing the lyrics:
'No one ever knows
How their story goes..'
Sometimes she wished she knew, or have one little clue about how her life will turn out to be..She wanted to know if her dreams would come true or if she should continue being afraid..
Her friend told her: Don't be..it's the way things go..we make our own destiny and we are the only masters of our lives..don't ever be afraid..you're not going to fall and if sometimes you will lose control, you can always stand up and start over again..and again..
..And again..