small to (nearly) impossible

She started off as a small, carefree, mysterious wonder. She had a mission... a journey to make her own hand prints...

Her past was removed without permission... her favorite parts, stripped away by age....

an introverted, self-centered, stranger emerged with brokenness.

If she could only feel, she could heal.

Now she's someone else, trying to do the impossible task of finding that small self... again.

She's moved on... but she's forgotten

what it means to really live outside the picture frame.

If she could touch her face, she thinks the brokenness might start the healing...

she might not contemplate leaving.

But the impossible idea of touching her face will never leave.

Out there, it's like she's someone else...

and in here, she barely breathes.