The Space

The emptiness of the space on her hands tell her about the non sense of her life, her actual events on the nonexistent probabilities of  a significant to her mind. Probably the negative icon on her ideas that build  the thousand questions… maybe build her own path. Where it goes? Where is end to?

Look like the mind run like a lab mouse.

Who is experimenting?

Who is looking?

 Where is the door?