Short story

AN infinite desires unfolding in her mind,and yet,she isn't thinking of anything.Not that she wouldn't want to,but she is too tired.TIred of thinking,tired of theories,tired of prejudices.SHe'd like to escape this dominant world,but she does not find the key that matches the exit door.IT seems it has perished in the abyss of her thoughts.ANd there she stands,all by herself,thinking of how it could have been if she hadn't had so many questions querrelling in her mind