Branching
Branching. She noticed she was branching one day around noon. She had branched many times before, but for some reason this time felt different. She had split from her past again, and become something different altogether. A new consciousness to explore. Everything was as she had never seen it before, and she was calm. She did not feel fear like the first times, instead she remained serene. A bird flew by that she knew she would see again, and hadn’t seen, sometimes. She walked along a road she had never walked down before all the while stepping in prints that fit perfectly. She decided to follow where the footprints were leading. She sometimes did, and she sometimes did not. One time she could not see the footprints, one time a long while back. She remembered why she forgot. She knew what she could do and what she could also do, and knew nothing was what she would do. As the path grew wilder and became overcome with brambles of blackberries, she was forced to fight against the bran