By Razan Shahin In allusion, she lived inside boxes, filled with dim light. With locks and boards decorated with more keys and chains than the eyes could count, She wears herself like a dress feigning the feeling of freedom and confused she dances from path to path swaying on the earth she belongs to There are no people, no animals near her Her actions are hers, as she looks around discovering that here: she can be herself. Digging her toes into the dirt, she starts laughing hysterically. Her eyes are bright and clear is the content in her smile. All her worries begin to disappear as she creates the music to her own life and dances to the tunes.