Walks slowly, step by step, without rush but with plenty of fear, tears drop down her face, she touches every tree that she passes on her way, it’s a sunny day, just a few clouds in the sky, she takes off her jewelry, heavy rings, and chunky bracelets, one by one, they fall on the dirt, on the grass, unnecessary things, without meaning. She takes off her sunglasses, the sun blinds her, or maybe it’s the tears, her mascara runs down with her pain, she walks, she stumbles, she can smell the water now, she slips out of her shirt, she walks, step by step, foot by foot, she falls. The ground is hard, sharp edges scrape her knees. She gets up, slowly first shoe drops and then the other. Her mind made up, bare feet against the narrow path, light filtering through the leaves. Merciful day on a lost soul. She moves quicker now, she stumbles again, yet she keeps on moving, step by step, foot by foot... she stops. Before her, the water, that lake. Slow steps. Decisions. Make your decisions, girl. Make them now. Sharp rocks scrape her skin, and the water’s deep. She walks in, she sinks in it. Slowly. She floats. She cries. Looks before her and then back. Turns inch by inch and remembers the shore. How it looks and what it brings. Too cold are her bones, too shallow the pulse. Blood does not run, it drags against her dark veins. It’s not right. This is not the way that it should be. She lets the water wash over her body and her sins. She steps out... step by step, foot by foot. Not, yet. Not today. Make your decisions, girl. Make them now.