A letter from the heart

Her mind runs wonders from place to place.
Her thoughts are an endless cycle of remorse.
Often, she reminisces about the days she was more fond of.
The days when her soul felt connected and my heart was intact
She has grown tired of this routine.
Doing the same thing again and again yields the same result.
Is she insane?
She claims that she is happy yet something is missing inside.
She smiles and laughs, but that’s just to mask my cries.
Her soul feels dead.
She is stagnant all the time.
She tries to be content, yet she can’t help but have this insatiable desire.
The desire to branch out
The desire to be seen
A desire to feel significant in this insignificant life she has lived