To her , Exits always had this kind of magic ...
She didn't care much about entrances , stairs , floors , corners .. as long as she always managed to find the exit sign ,
everywhere , anywhere ...
Strangely , Everyone around her would think , she had some kind of phobia of sudden fires , explosions , or terrorists' invasion ,
Exits have always been her kind of thing .. even though that didn't make any sense to anyone .. neither to her
She feared suffocation ...
Her constant desire to be free , keeps rushing through her veins like adrenaline , her heart keeps pleading to burst through her ribs , her mind keeps pounding against her fragile skull , demanding to be acknowledged ...
every single cell in her entire body ..
Most of all , her soul ,
An exit for the soul ! , where that could be ?
She never asked for anything ...
just an exit ...
an exit for her soul ..
There were a couple of times , when she thought she found one ..
Then she had to look all over again ..
There was even that time , that one guy ....
Never mind ..
Today , lying peacefully on that velvet carpet ,
her wrists carrying those inevitable signs ...
Exits Signs for her soul .