Her thoughts double, triple, start moving, circling, overflowing 'til her head starts spinning so bad she forces the thought in her head that she has to sit down or else she dies... Her heart starts beating faster than when she ran up the hill for miles and miles, "this is a good workout" she thinks... Black dots are everywhere, hundreds of 'em, they start mating, they double, triple, start moving, circling... she tries to run away from them, but they never lose... "amazing" she says to herself "as if the world's trying to confirm all my doubts... there's nothing left but darkness... and I am doomed to fall through this lonely and terrifying black hole with no one to hear my voice, no one to rescue me...". She's ready to give up all hope, ready to let go of all the thin ropes tying her to the top of the hole, holding her back... She doesn't care that each and every rope is put there by someone who loves her more than anything in the world... someone who loves her enough to let go of his own rope just to give her one more reason to live... She always despised the ropes... She despises anything that forces her to live at the top of the hole, when she knows she belongs deep down... She wants her loved ones to be there with her, she doesn't want anything else but them... Even one of them is enough to change her mind, to make her see something but the darkness... They are all busy though, holding on to whatever keeps them at top, just like her... They think leaving something as much as a footprint around the hole is enough to keep her hopeful... But she is tired... She does't want to live her life like a prisoner, bound to the earth by what makes HER survive, makes HER live, makes HER forget that she's not alone... She is ready to let go of each and every rope, to give them back to the people she loves, the people who try to make her love herself... the people that fail everytime...
She is ready to help everyone else, by letting go, by falling down...
She is Ready...
