Now that resolve is impossible, she’s starting to dissolve.
How could she be so confident and naïve as to believe that resolve was ever possible?
In the face of a God-sized man, what chance do sinned and weak mortals stand?
Resolve was never possible. She was a fool to think she could be held up.
It’s not due to lack of trying.
If only the inner strength they all talk about materializes in her shell.
But no Sir, all she is reduced to at each four in the morning is a dissolving heap of sobs and insecure longing.
Pathetic really, but hopeless, helpless and inconsolable…
How can she keep up the brave front for long now? How can she put her act up again?
All she wants is to become one with nature, per se – to dissolve so homogenously with the sea or the space or the forest as to be forever lost, and forever found.
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