nebulous

She sits on the escarpment of time, with the wind of her past hitting on her back, wishpering into her ears; supplicating her to learn from its mistakes, while giving her a reassurance that it will help her step forward.

But the view in front of her is nebulous, concealing her path from her eyes that seek to make sense of future; the destiny they are unsure of.

Yet there is thrill to the discovery of oneself, of all the experiences to have and emotions to feel.

Her heart sing as she jumps of the precipice, inspirated by the parachute of her present, of the world she has built, that promises to take her gently to the landscapes and vistas slowly reveiling themselves beneath her feet.

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