CREATE. DESTROY. EVOLVE.

the shrink would say that the problem stems from hiding in cubby holes in preschool. 

There was something about the city that made her braver. More daring. More open to being alone. To dance in the middle of an intersection without any regard. To feel a little more alive than what unchanging scenery typically allowed.

She watched movies that made her cry in the company of strangers. She walked the crowded streets of pomp and fanfare in search for nothing and with no one.

And in her solitude, she found the best companion in a reflection. One that would trace the outlines of her nonsense and fill them in with broken fragments of nostalgia. One that felt as warm as hiding in laundry that just came right out of the dryer and as dizzying as the gentlest of kisses upon a forehead.

She sat between the thick line of “right now” and “unwilling to let go.” She knew she wasting her best years being the bravest coward imaginable, but her way to solve it was to hide in hotel rooms and airplanes until it was safe to come out and play again. And there it’d always be: another city waiting to take her in and let her be comfortably uncertain.