Hiding

One moment she felt emotionally abandoned, the other, situation's overflowing.

Her mind's in a swirl, all mixed, all tangled. Things are plain brilliant, but she hates herself, her intolerance of acceptance, her sturdy resistance to let things in.

Detaching from the emotions's a chore; different levels of appreciation. different understanding of directions.

This waiting process to let lose has piled tonnes of yearning, intensifying the desire of hope.

It's an ambiguous, very taxing evaluation, with no cats, just all rats hiding.