right.
just, yeah right.
the swing is rusty.
the seat is left hanging on one side of the chain.
that dwarf inside her had been swinging unrhythmically back and forth in her heart
causing these awareness feeling that covers up her ever so often at night.
palpitation elevated almost too soon when her eyes first open to catch the glimpse of the light from the study table.
geez, that hurts man.
too much. too hard on her.

she shivered badly that makes her having this nauseating extremes periodically.
too tired to think of these consequences, she keeps on running not wanting to be left again by the moving carriage she had been depending on to the last three years.
'Shoottt!'
and again, half the coffee she bought from the nearby morning coffee house spilled on her coat when a giant freak accidentally banged her as soon as she stretched her hand out for the door knob.

this never ends here.
she still have another seven hours to go through the hustle and bustle of the city today.
the city she felt like her second home.
the home that she felt she has this really huge piece of heart she could and would give to.
the heart that had once shattered in a tragedy that soon she would forget.
the tragedy that had cost her life terrifically on one sunday afternoon.




and again,there is no end yet in her.