If you ever felt like not belonging, this is for you:
She was faster than anyone she ever knew. She was multiplying herself to be in as many parallel universes at the same time as possible. She was breathing such a huge bites of air that she was nearly choking herself to death. She could run till her body was melting with the movement, like a shutting star, but she didn't know how to walk. She danced wild like a hurricane, but she was incapable of sitting in one place. She was falling in love immediately, passionately, eternally, but she would never stay. She was reckless, insane driver on the no-speed-limit high way of her life, she knew no red lights, no stop signs, not afraid of crashing as she has been a survivor, one leg on the other side too many times before. She was always burning, boiling, steaming. She was faster and more hungry than fire and yet she had still this inevitable impression of being constantly too late, missing out on those little things available only for tree-like people, stable and patient ones, for those who can wait.
She was faster than time, she could do this circus trick of being in the past, present and future simultaneously, but no one was clapping, because there wasn't anybody who could catch up with her to see the whole maneuver.
