No further COULD she go cont...

She sat motionless as her mind whirled in suspension- searching for an answer, for that something that would offer her a way out as the world whirled past; as did time. Oh time! You unfeeling creature have you not seen this poor soul? Will you not smile upon her? Maybe if you announced yourself in future meetings as an ally she might free herself from this shallow myth- that exists only in her waking dreams. Will you not offer her a glimpse of your ‘fleeting’ glory? For what is inspiration but a moment in which time stops and smiles fleetingly upon a friend?

So time passed her by as she sat in daydream day in day out. The mythic forest grew mightier and more powerful, the ivies grew and they intertwined around the defiant, growing trees who as they reached higher and higher, more and more shielding that trapped creature at its centre from witnessing a mythical sky. Time simply would not stop!

She saw her seconds, her minutes, her hours, her days pass by by yet rooted she was. These metres of time would gaze upon her with downcast saddened pitiful yet reproachful eyes. Her sensory self retreated deeper and deeper into the darkness of her being or maybe it was the mythical forest, she no longer knew. Ivies began to bind her wrists and her ankles then they began to wrap themselves around her delicate waist then her fine neck and from there they began their violent yet bloodless invasion of her silent mouth, her senseless nose, of her eye sockets in which lay her apathetic eyes.... They sought the life-force of her soul. She sat motionless as her mind whirled in suspension- no longer searching for an answer, for that something that would offer her a way out as the world whirled past; as did time.