Wonderworlder

That one stranger.. Once she was all open to her friends.. now closing in on herself, becomming a grey spot in the masses of individualists.. worrying if she any day soon may be able to fight the grey skies above her. Trying to escape that one mistake that made her take distance to those she should had kept close. But relying..having faith.. believing - that when she returned, they would welcome her with arms open. . . she still keep her hopes high though, trying to grab the chances once they appear. But for now, she´s still ramming her head against the troubles she occur - trying to keep the strings gathered, still tr