She is overwhelmed. Mixed and tossed with a jungle full of feelings and thoughts, water and oil, nothing mixing well.
Frustrated to the max that nothing is going as planned, saddened by loss, inspired by new life.
She’s waiting, searching for her magical moment when the pieces all align, when life slows down and she finally gets a grip on it all.
Looking for that utopia that she knows is hidden somewhere, around here, under the piles of clutter.
Waiting. Any moment now. She knows it will all connect. These wild stray pieces of life. Any day now.
She holds on.