ready steady

She's travelling alone after being with so many people. She's travelling alone like you take a deep breath after diving in the ocean, with all the colours and the fishes and the feelings and silent music. She needs to be apart after being a part of whatever and whoever was coming her way. Everybody. Everybody asking for a bit of more light.

Nothing like a whim. Not even a necessity: it's vital. To be fulfilled to the top.
 wonder what she's wondering about, the questions she's asking herself.
Is it something that also worries me? Is it something that only be solved by oneself (and I mean, not solved solved).
I wonder if she can become invisible when she's going around playing music and wandering. Can she shut herself off. Or is it that that she means: breathing in the world that's attracted to her like a butterfly.