she's reached the point where the numbers have evaporated and her patterns have dilapidated. no more counting, she breathes. they only go so far . returning is not in mind . everything that happened , all that occurred , is now countless - no more recording dreams, memories, experiences for the sake of reliving, no. this plateau of happenings have reached its end. and she's decided to surrender - all . over . again . deep breath . eyes closed . arms stretched. feet lifted . this is where she learns , how to fly.
