present day.

skin glowing, always smiling.

I am happy.

I am looking in the mirror and I love the girl that's staring back at me.

I thought I've lost her.

I thought she was gone in the midst of the tragedy.

She was still here locked in and ready to be seen again.

She doesn't mind that her hair is looking a mess.

she doesn't mind that her shoes are untie.

She doesn't care what she sounds like laughing anymore.

It's all coming back to her.

The way she use to care bout what she looked like doesn't bother her anymore.

As she stop caring she has started looking more like herself and even more beautiful.

she's running because she has no time to wait. 

She is no longer waiting...

she goes for what she wants and she leave what she doesn't want.