| Encountering a depth of fallen sorrows, she stumbles to regain her identity. She is not one within herself, experiencing reality from a brief subconscious thought. A multitude of purposeful misfortunes have lead her to a lost beginning. Darkness overthrows the silhouettes, the mirror image of remorse. A strength unfamiliar creates a canopy of illusions, destined to become a frailty of desire. Is the gesture silent pr merely deceitful? Hopes hang in the distance that meaningless remarks remain so. |