She was always there...

She was always there. Some part of her was always in struggle. She waded through solitary forests, vast plains, crowdy places but still, she was always there, more solitary than ever. She was still there, it was like as if she was beyond the bounds of time. Her body was a clear proof of how she was bounded within the world but she was lost. For her, the concept of time was finished. It was like as if she has left her greatest mystery over there. Her only secret. And she was still into that time, lost in there... But still she walked within people, within naked nature, hiding her nakedness somewhere far away where she has left her greatest mystery. She had an impossible desire, a desire that was full of pain. She was hungry to go beyond, she wanted to fly, to break the bounds. Sky never gave the feeling of openness to her. It made her feel stuffy. Whenever she looked upwards, she screamed to fly and vigorously tear the sky, to go beyond it. She wanted to break the chronicles of times, and go back. To go back to where she had left her part, her greatest mystery. But she was going on and on, like everyone did, she cried and cried to hold it, but she was flowing away and away like a river, sometimes slow, sometimes fast. And with her she carried the hollow valley of despair within her chest and a stream of impossible beauty within her head. And she was always there, because her heart was always there! With her greatest mystery, the mystery of her little Being...