Maybe.

Maybe she was scared.

Maybe she thought the world was about to end.

Maybe she looked at the sky and understood the meaning of everything.

Maybe she heard 'Come fly with me' and recalled how her dad used to dance with her

when she was just a little girl.

Maybe she remembered the first time she felt alone.

Because everyone feels alone sometimes,

that's how humans work.

Maybe she was shattered

by all the blows

along the way,

and she was afraid to fake a smile,

just in case.

Maybe she was just too tiny

for a world this big,

and she was ready to pretend

she could handle the worst.

Even if she couldn't.

Maybe she was the no of a daisy petal

the first dark cloud of a summer storm,

the chaos beneath the quiet surface,

the enemy.

Maybe she went mad.

Maybe she wrestled with the sea

trying to reach for the sand.

Maybe she felt blinded by the moonlight

and begin to run searching for wonderland.

Because everybody dreams sometimes,

but then the morning comes

and you have to wake up.

So maybe she gave up.

Maybe she was hoping the tears will make room for two,

trying to believe that time could wait

and that all the wishes upon the shooting stars

would eventually come true.

Or maybe she was just a girl

in love with a man

that never ever felt

enough to say: I love you.