she was pulling out her hair one strand at a time.  forcing herself to hold back the screams inside of her.  she wanted to let go and start over.  but, that wasn't an option.  she had to keep pushing forward.  she tried to inspire herself, but that wasn't even working anymore.  anything that used to be important, was so small anymore.  she just grasped onto what little bit of herself she had left.  feeling lost, alone, and misunderstood.  the world was barely out of arms reach.  each time she tried to grab it, it pushed farther away.  she just wanted to hold it in her hands again.  to know where importance was sitting.  instead she was floating off into the galaxy.