maybe it's in the trees.

In periphery, the passing trees mass into outlines and moulds of colour,
as her eyes were drawn and fixed upon the ground she walked.
"why.",
her brows slightly knitting as she breathed the word.
"what am i to do?",
she cried softly under the noise in her head.

Her eyes were still fixated on the ground as if it had all the answers.

;answers to why
;anwers to how
;answers to unweave the complexity of the it all

;answers - she knew would never surface

Receding into that fact,
she let out all but a sigh and
switched her gaze to the trees.