I asked a few questions to open a few doors. To allow her to pour the innermost parts of her soul. But fear robbed her of the opportunity to understand herself in this moment. "What holds your tongue so, shackling you to an idea that a cage is a home?". She sighed in defiance but her eyes held it all, she was tired of being strong, she was too in control. She was enlightened by an experience that offer her the chance to let go, she didn't. She knew she wasn't happy because even that she controlled. "Being vulnerable is a scam, what's the point in opening up just for someone else to force it close?". I asked myself this many times before and I came to the same conclusion "I don't know". But what if there's more?, I've pondered alternated realities where the...