"Is the grass greener elsewhere? Perhaps! Perhaps, if watered with tears from the storm" (Tony Hadley)

The scene was enclosed in the intimacy of that place. After all the outburst and with the coming of complete acceptance, everything has suddenly turned upside down. The mortar between the bricks rose up into small, capricious stalagmites, entangled forever among the bricks, which clung to each other and now lied down in defiance of all logic, perhaps were not they a narrow roof?
Everything has turned, everything has changed ... she was supposed to have remained in that inner darkness, but expectations were fulfilled: the one above now is the soul, not the little dome of stone. Only the numb feet remember that the body intended to be confined to that narrow place; Far from her desire, though the woman wasn't now in possession of her physical senses, her longing was to fly, to find amplitude and open space, something that equaled her desire to follow more and more. She was standing at the gate of her own trip. The wild flowers, the bouquet of yellow flowers was her only link with the earth, at first her reaction was to stand by it, not to lose everything known, soon the flowers will wither, but will not end her new life, nor her freedom. The inner does not need any mooring and doubtless, she began to heard whispers in an unknown tongue. The thought of her past life didn't urge her so. She could no longer feel weight in her body, nor the throat was swollen with thirst.