Holes

She wishes they could see, but even though they can't, she's grateful that she can. She sees herself now. The holes that they'll worry about are not the most important ones she has. There is one hole that she must watch diligently. It doesn't grow or shrink, it just is and it is its existence that gives it its power. It will soon be filled by the only thing capable of doing so and it is for that moment that she constantly looks and waits. Others don't understand, but then again, they're not suppose to. If she wanted them to grasp the complexities of her inner workings, she wouldn't write the same way she thinks. But it is because of the hole that she is happy. She understands the power in her right now, the joy in her right now is nothing compared to what's coming. Her least virtuous characteristic is still on display, and yet, she attempts to conquer it daily. She has no choice but to try. Because it is coming, and it is worth the wait, no matter how much longer it is. When she forgets that, she just has to go back to watching the hole. It holds her most important answer. It is a constant reminder that everything is already different. Because now she can see...