Perhaps she letfear hold her back.Her head reeled withthoughts like fractals,an endless realm.Things became difficultand intense and madeher desire to sleep.She knew there wasnever an acceptablereason to deny love,but at the time it seemedlike an unattainable miracleto be chosen.She should havedrank deeplyto revealthe exquisitenature of things,insteadshe sank meeklywith silentshadows of failure,escaping parted lips,a breathcoalescedwith ridiculousfictionallongings.  ______________________________Photograph: Lanaya@writing.for.the.calm