She is trapped in solitude as finite time continues to flow.
She is desperate to seek solace in her music as the storm clouds finally start to pass and the sun rises out of hiding.
You can start out with high hopes for the holidays, only for them all to come crashing down.
It didn’t take much for it to all start falling to pieces. Now it’s just a matter of time.
As the time continues to pass, she shifts from one extreme to the other and is forever controlled by her forced emotions.
Not everyone is able to have a happy holiday; some just want to be left alone.
She is alone on an island that is in reality no paradise. She cries out to be rescued but she may never get the help she truly needs.
Mental illness is an eternal struggle and sometimes, you just can’t fight it anymore. You try to fight but come out bloodied and scarred. The beast, or illness, is relentless and shows no mercy.
Notice the cuts and bruises, what has she been through? Why is she so desperate for comfort of any kind? And why is everyone leaving instead of helping her?
Tears like the rain, emotions like seasons; they arrive and leave but will always come again only to once again leave.