Inside of her mind, back out of mine.

It was the longest night of her life.
Touched by the outside.
Not just to walk, but to run.
A run inside her mind, yet outside of the world.
We cannot judge her accomplishments by the pace of her feet, nor the contact of her steps.
Into her life, back outside of mine.
She won’t return to me.
She won’t return to you.
An independent thinker.
A universe which stands beyond you, and above me.
It’s her mental strategy.
Down a new road of success.
A universe to explore.
One in which you’d feel so neurologically inclined to spend more time.
One in which is no longer yours.