She Feels

She stares, unblinkingly, into the abyss. Wanting to think but unable to truly feel. She sits. Contemplating love. Hers. For whom does her heart belong to? Herself. Everyone. No one. What is love? A feeling that blooms inside, not unlike a Corpse flower. Reeking of sensation. Emotions. Happiness. Sadness. Contentedness. She wants more. Beautiful in the uniqueness. More uncommon than one would think. She knows. She is scared. She is fearless. Is she really? Equally fearing all. Everything can bring one down. She loves him. She loves her. In a world of exceptions, will she be just another? As she stares, she begins to understand. A metaphor. For what?