as the breeze danced with her hair,
the day descended into night;
as the thunder roared into the air,
the air was piercing,
but she wasn’t cold—
she looked young, and free,
but she felt so old.

in this field of mingling flowers,
she sat and thought for hours—
upon an infinitely small rock,
floating in space,
she pondered upon her place
within the human race.

she laid there, numb,
the only...