She lives small and innocent

She lives in a space created by her experience

She lives duplicating others to develop herself

She lives for her thirst of love

She lives in between the lines on this page

She lives in the memories of pictures not developed

She lives in her mind where no one requests entry

She lives alone

She lives for the breath of a moment of freedom

She lives for the peace of being herself

She lives in her space designed by her

She lives in the color gray

She lives in the eyes of the children

She lives in the grave of relatives

She lives in the summer heat

She lives in the starry night

She lives in this moment and the one just before it

She lives in hugs and hands clasped in prayer

She lives…

Do you see? She lives.