There are some moments which only steal my breath away.
These are moments in which I am suspended in between what is reality and fantasy.
I become frozen in time; only to feel the other world seeping through the crevice of my mind.
All the while, another me is dying to escape her dark cell to which she has been imprisoned.
To release her is to expel the pain and anger that accompanies this soul throughout her days.
// Autumn Rose Marie Maurer // October 2017