Vacantly staring at the white wash ceiling insistent on making mental ends meet in her mind - much like the way an artist contemplates their next great work over a blank canvas wherein they house no inspiration, no stimulus to take embodiment to fill the void. Her mind slipped into dreams and wandered back to the familiar avenue of thought she desperately tried to avoid. It'd been some time since she last allowed herself to take that road in her mind, for what lie at the end surely left her unsettled and ill ease.
Sure she'd purposely run past it, snaked completely around it and all together avoided it finding other avenues to take to busy her traveling mind before, but that didn't erase it's mere existence. No matter how tall the weeds crept and the path diminished, in the ever growing pause and deafening silence that filled the room while she slumbered, she now returned to the dimly lit path she had so desperately tried to extinguish.
For a brief moment she wondered, time had passed so surely and steadily in her absence, maybe something had grown and cultivated she'd never seen before. A reason to hope. A change. Yes. She sought so desperately for just that. Her doubts swayed her, turning her aside from the path. Perhaps the time passed had done nothing, seeing she left it unattended, how could anything grow properly.
Still. Hope lingered.Turning again to the path she had fled so many times before, a great need welled inside to discover what lie at its end. She must know.
