She knew not what she thought. But her blankest thought and her quietest moment said something to the fact of an epiphany. But nothing. She knew what was happening, but not what the cause might be. How can something slip away and never know to what to owe the loosing? She thought. I try, she thought, I try and yet nothing can take this re-occurrence from me. What do I lack? What do I fail to give that makes me lose what I need to keep the most? Why when I pull, do I inevitably push?
She could not know when her answers would come, she knew not if they would ever be answered, but she sits and she waits. And she inevitably continues in her massacre of her everyday, to end this cycle is what she wished for. But wishes do not often come true.