Her life floats down on a feather,
like that scene from Forest Gump, fluttering this way and that, carrying all
her hopes and dreams, though she is clueless as to where it will eventually land.
Her life always that proverbial
box of chocolates, she never knowing what she will get next. Does she poke each piece to see if
it is hard of soft, from which she might guess which flabor it might be?
Does she plot out her life on her
telephone, relying on GPS to steer her when even that might direct her wrongly?
Can she turn back if she comes to a dead end?
Can she put the pieces of candy
back without having tasted any, and still be sure she hasn’t missed something,
put what she wanted in the mix, and one returned impossible to retrieve again?
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