Watch Your Path.

It was cyclical. Everything tossing and turning as if on the back of the waves. Things crashing, things reforming, all in the never ending ebb and flow, flotsam and jetsam bathing on top, letting the spray wash over just like the little details that always needed to be assessed. They would never relinquish their hold on time. They were selfish. They always demanded the attention.

It was impertinent that the rules were to be followed. Do not attract attention to oneself. Do not laugh too loud. Do not adopt an ‘over-the-top’ air. Do not cry. But these things were said to be forged. The breakthrough would come with time: the unveiling would hope to be soon. One must respond to the fine adjustments before forward motion was to be achieved.

Breaking out of the mold was at first difficult, but with patience, the spokes of the wheel would glitter more and begin to turn. Things would become more natural. Things would surface and enlighten and one would never want to go back to the beginning. It was a display. It was a renewed beginning. It was the esteem that something had been forged anew.

Reverting back to what was was out of the question. It was a box in which the lid had been opened and thrown on the floor. One could not reopen the box for the first time.

All she had to do was wait. Wait for the hope that he would awaken.