The only road she had ever been down had now fallen. With nowhere left to go, a thunder in the sky and an emptiness inside her heart, she dropped to her knees. Of all the people that she had hated, of all the circumstances which she had avoided, she remembered nothing. A broken kiss haunting her mind. A silence that grew louder and heavier. The entire universe collapsing on her shoulders. She felt like a mariner who had been forever lost in the sea, yet spent each day eating, drinking, surviving till he could, refusing to give up the search for land. Or probably she just felt like a worm which had been ignorantly squashed, and still had that eternal flickering moment of agony before death opened its gateway.

There were poets and there were politicians. And then there were priests. But here, it was only the tree above her and her knees below her. Not a single thing meant anything. She could have explained and elaborated a million schemes, but she knew they were all empty.

The only road she had ever been down no longer seemed a possibility. And it was too humiliating to accept defeat and take on another road.

So there she sat, as a hummingbird sang somewhere and another bottle of ink dropped half way across the world, and passed away.