Wounds of the Soul

The madness. Loneliness. Disjointed words, nebulous thoughts. Standing alone on the beach watching the sunset she wondered how did the life take that form. Envious of her patients: physical diability was tangible, who will understand the pain of the soul?

Lament over the life which had the potential to be extraordinary. Now people laugh at dreams, it is the world of commerce and finance. What did she know about those? Except that whenever she had to choose she selected the unusal path. Becareful what you love! As he had once taught her. But she had fallen headlong without any precautions, the result: wounded soul, an aborted life.