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She feels an almost crippling desire to be left alone. If i just had an airplane, she thought, a dream, a car, a ride... i'd go somewhere. Escape the stifling winds of static here. Outside these walls, these windows. She'd go anywhere, pick a spot with rain and water, trees and an air of freedom.. run free, naked, unwatched. An observer but never observed except by nature.. a lover but never loved except by the sky. which song, which tide, which poem. Which train of thought or papered perception. Buried in the sea, another unidentifiable drop. Drowning from the inside out.
Bullets in her head, a war for redemption. Outside these walls. Where will she have to run to run from being alone.