Being alive is one thing, but living is another.
She was lost; lost on the road of life, at times she felt like turning back and running away from the life she faced but when she turned around the road behind her had already crumbled away. Forced to look ahead ever so blankly she dragged her feet trudging along the path before her I hopes to a brighter day. A brighter day just seemed so bleak and so far as the hopes of that just seemed to slip past her fingers blowing away past her dissipating like sand and quickly swirling out of her field of vision.
Still, stubborn as she was moving forward was the only thing she could do.
Time was something that never really stopped but she felt like hers had stopped as if the hands on her clock were jammed soon one day they would just stop and that would be it. She'd keep moving till that day came in hoping to meet her timekeeper.
She ambled her way on this road with the same never ending scenery as the light ahead of her seemed just a bit dimmer with each passing day.
At times she would wonder just how she had gotten to where she was today. What happened exactly?
Years ago you could remember a bright young girl hopeful in life, annoyingly confident in her brilliance, lively colorful in personality, and bold as ever in love. That girl that wondrous girl was just like us all, oh so very human and you would never questioned the simple fact that she was alive.
She was vibrant and strong at heart but as she grew older she also became experienced and with that she began to pick at every flaw in life and even more, in herself.
As time went on, the trials of life were testing, the bull she was she ran through them without much a care. In time the trials began to feel like tribulations she still kicked her hoofs to the ground and would run through them to the best of her abilities. With all this she began to wear down, feeling as she was the bull still alive from a failed Estocada waiting for her matodor to finish her.
The life we once saw began to fade, she began her life now. Living and dying.
Before us we see an empty memory, still young but no longer as youthful, a shell of a being.
The state she was in was…almost laughable, the woman before us was only a scabbard a reminder of who she was the eminence she once before held. The life she was full of before, her blade was dulled and broken and she could not home it she stopped being alive.
All that was left were pieces the girl no more the memory left to haunt her that she could never be the same.
Who was she now? She didn't know, all she knows the title she was given and what others called her.
Sakura Haruno of the leaf, Successor of the Godaime Hokage