She sat at one corner, trying to absorb all the untold stories that pulsated along with the lights that flickered through what seemed to be, an escape. The smoke instead of blurring her vision portrayed the real picture of every individual that swayed in trance set by ecstasy. Every beat shook her soul enough to drift her mind off to a new untold story hidden behind faces that spoke of denial from inside, in its loudest form. The seemingly vague screams were trying to break through the walls she had built around herself over the years of self-hatred. The fear of exposing the scars all over again and not being able to go back to the reality way beyond the door was the only thing that kept her from giving in to self-denial. She knew she had to wait for the game to end to let time win like always and thus she did. Humans are too fragile to be a part of this race and yet they try. What people could not interpret was that she had befriended time, right after she had lost her race to let it heal her. Time is what her ultimate escape became where she knew no one else but only time could let go of her someday and she had to make peace with it. Time itself is an escape while denial is just an agonizing way of serving.
