Suppressed thoughts. . . Imagination running wild. . . scattered movements, scattered dreams, scattered moments. . . Struggling to find the evidence of something she feels but can’t point out who did it?Was there a time she can’t remember because it’s easier to not confront it. Poison running through her veins, infected by what one has cursed her with by their soul that wasn’t invited to connect with hers. Dysfunction of a childhood. . .ripped away, acting out because innocence was stolen and others knew but never wanted to confront it because. . . Shhh don’t tell, you won’t remember. . . she won’t remember. . . But she did and she wasn’t able to handle the violation and turned to everything and everyone looking for all the wrong kind of love. . . Twisted visions of relationships, never understanding what she would face the rest of her life. Sick love, quick love, unstable love. . . Unstable life. . . And she cries out still searching for the moment her suppressed thought became a nightmare she remembered.