When It's Over

The dreaming cloud is swirling above her head and she is losing herself in all those question marks unanswered...

How to respond to challenges and not crack? Where to escape when her conscience constantly nags at her? Who to follow when the hopelessness beats the promises? How to stop the foolish games and trust that they are all part of a design, which is much grander? Which path to choose, the unknown or the proverb? How much longer will the moon and its fullness delay?

Oh, she is pushing herself hard these days... and now the same old cloud becomes unbearable...

How to sprint ahead while taking a backward step? How much is an attachment really costing her? Will the future of love be very similar to its past, as he said?

Is it really over?