she sees not with her eyes, but with her Soul. searching over the Horizon for that one thing that will change everything. over hills, over waters, over troubled minds. she was the one who constantly said to herself that Always believing would be enough. she was the first one to lose faith. and hope. and the first to lose sight of love. she walks into her bedroom-- the one wherein she often cried herself to sleep. she cracks open her suitcase-- the one still half-filled, or half-emptied, from the last time she tried to get away. she stuffs it to the rim this time. it was never this full before. she struggles to Zip it shut. just as hard as she struggles to say her goodbyes. she takes another leap of faith. but is that truly what it is? maybe, it's really a leap of the lack of faith. maybe sometimes, this is what we need to take. maybe sometimes, Always believing just doesn't quite cut it. she runs. no, she seeks. seeks for that one thing, the one that has changed everything. and then, there's you. you always thought You knew her. no, you were certain. but how in the world did you find her? how do you find the one who cannot find herself? she.