She is missing something.
Walking through the halls of every structure she stands in, carrying the feeling of something left behind. Though she does not know what it is or when she lost it, she is spending her days stripping away at the unsettling feeling its absence has painted over her mind and body.
She continues moving, trying to disregard this feeling—the feeling of what she does not feel—but her mind stands fixated on the thought of what she no longer has in a yearning desire to obtain it again.
The feeling of pure joy and contentment that brought the simplicity to her life, which this something took from her the moment it went missing. The innocence of her untouched life is now gone, as the part of herself that allowed for her wholesome laughter is no longer within her.
The absence of this missing piece has begun dulling the shining glow of her eyes, the restless smile drawn across her face, and the colors her life has been painted in.
She has walked through a mass of brightened halls in search of the piece she is missing, but there is one hall in particular that fills her with an unknown yet familiar feeling. At the end of the hall stands a light. Its illuminated glow shines through, reaching her on the other end, casting a vivid glare to her eyes and an untouched smile on her face. She has found what she has been searching for.
She has found her inner child.
She has lost herself in the disordered chaos of the life around her, and though she has made it through, the childlike side of her has been taken by the commotion of the waves crashing in. Getting caught up in the pressure she has created for herself, she has allowed everything new in her life to take away the part of her that brought the most life to the life she is living.
The light at the end of this hall filled her body with a soft feeling of refuge. Her eyes now shine with the same sparkling glow, her smile now rests easily across her face, and her laughter is now from the uttermost child within her.
She now realizes the missing parts of her are not found under the light of a brightened hall, but by the lights in her life that bring out the child within her, no matter how lost it may be.
Though she cannot spend every day to come beside her lights, she now knows that when this unsettling feeling of a missing piece consumes her mind and body—when the child within her is most lost—besides her lights are where she most needs to be.
