The Chronicles of She. Part III.
She clunks up the stairs and throws herself onto her bed; she has finally arrived at the place she feels most at home- her home. Ironically, this is the same place she feels most like a stranger to herself, lately. Lying there, thinking, she reviews the earlier events of the evening- some happily, others not so happily. She remembers what it felt like to have someone lust after her, what it felt like to think that someone else besides her friends and family cared; she remembered being used, and shockingly liking it.
Once again, she was reminded that she has a heart, a mind, a soul, a conscience. But has she ever really forgotten...? No. To do so would be impossible. She has only avoided all logic, reasoning, and emotions- all of which came rushing back to her in that instant... that instant she arrived at her home- the place she feels most assured and unsure. The place she feels most comfortable, and yet still cannot be herself.
Once again, she was reminded that she has a heart, a mind, a soul, a conscience. But has she ever really forgotten...? No. To do so would be impossible. She has only avoided all logic, reasoning, and emotions- all of which came rushing back to her in that instant... that instant she arrived at her home- the place she feels most assured and unsure. The place she feels most comfortable, and yet still cannot be herself.