It’s very quiet when she is not around. One can breathe slowly, walk slowly, and act slowly. When she enters a room, the papers run into their folders. The dust on the tables flies away to avoid her encounter. She walks very fast; it would be more logical for her to run. But she does not run, neither can one call that walking. She moves so fast, that you can almost hear her shadow crying to catch its breath. When she is talking to you, she never looks you in the eye because her mind is usually somewhere else. She doesn’t always mean to offend you, but she can’t help her nonstop brain. She never finishes a sentence and never leaves you to finish yours either. It's hard to identify her mood since mood swings require different moods. But with her, it’s a default mood. The rushing, on the run, furious mood. Her eyes are always wide open; they rarely blink. When she eats, she doesn’t taste the food. Her teeth attack whatever enters her mouth and tears it down into pieces. Enjoying a fine meal is not one of her hobbies. One wonders what kind of dreams she has at night. Does she even dream? What is it exactly that she is rushing to? What is it that she is after. Someone should save her. Someone should hug her and murmur “shhhh” to her ears. She must pause and take a deep breath or else one day her body will rebel against her; asking for its overdue lost rights.
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