#6

Once a girl was alarmed
With her scars, she was willing to have a crack
She was blue, out of mind, to put it precisely
But once again, the force majeure snapped its fingers
And she was there, being all dazed, confused
She was no escapologist, nor that she was willing to escape

Because in between the lines,
she thought to herself that it might be real

So she waded through the stars constellation and algorithm
Portrays, alphabets
Spent the days looking out of the car window late at night
One day she smiled, another day she cried
Should she be forthright as she always been, or tipping her toe and endure?
Folks said she needed to be rational,
But who the hell is rational?

Seconds and minutes and days and weeks and a month

In between the lines,
she thought to herself that it might be unreal

Once again, the force majeure snapped its fingers

Fitting in the boxes is not really her forte
There it is

That is it.