
Simple.
When was the last time her life had felt simple?
When had it gotten so complicated?
When had it gotten so complicated?
There had been chaos, there had been frustration, anger, fear sorrow, there had been magic moments, beautiful and perfect moments, and moments when she felt as though she could go no farther.
There had been those happy days where she'd spent her time walking and singing in the garden among the flowers and trees, or inside the house with a book in her hands, when her problems had not felt so severe, even though they were still there.
But where was the simplicity? The same simplicity that had always around when she had been younger?
But where was the simplicity? The same simplicity that had always around when she had been younger?
Gone.
And she missed it.