What does she see now, through her eyes. What does the world look like right now?
She can’t be sure either. She only knows the train is moving, time is moving, people are moving, and she will mechanically fulfil whatever she has to do.
Waiting.. to be alive again? hoping.. for salvation?
Didn’t she agree on her finding it for herself? When the rains washed clean the rubble, is it too daunting a task, faced with the empty barren land- Where she has to rebuild everything and most importantly, find reason, sustenance yet again?
Strength, she find herself severely lacking in. Sapped from her for too long, she got used to the feeling. Now the freedom and power she has, overwhelms her. Keeps her stunned in place and unmoving, locked to the ground in fear.. or a last, lingering taste of the love she is forcing herself to let go of?
You took the meat off my bones, the life out of my soul, the laughter out of my days.
you put tears into my eyes, a lingering ache in my heart and time out of my years.