Adapting

There is a strange connection. It lives on a level that cannot be seen. It is where the opposing forces find common ground. Absolute enemies, in a moment of personal inadequacy, find that they are the same in their loneliness. How can we be made to feel all of this?

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She rode high, confident, and full until one moment like a rare china plate falling onto a slate floor, everything was broken and could never be put back together inside of her. Every word that followed tasted like the bitterness of rust. Every touch was like a cut.

How can we be made to adapt to this? Strength is born from twisted pain, that instant shock that changes a person in a moment and makes them more formidable than the antagonist. The internal words then spoken, are those of personal justice and reconciliation. The reversal of polarity that happens moment after moment only means she can never go home again.

As the days pass, the emotions that were once so clearly defined no longer have boundaries. She cannot tell which of those brings happiness and contentment. How did she adapt to this? How could it happen so fast?