Long forlorn stories of love, Smeared with hopelessness in which she dove … In vain was it all, her gasp for life… The wounds were fresh and glowed in strife… Perplexed she was, with the uncertainty … They say change is the only constant and she sought variety… How perfect was this arrangement life had to offer. Mulling over the purpled kisses, the ruffled hair and the warm caresses and the hungry skin that had found comfort, her skin still cracks open for the light to make way through the crevices… The light & I, we looked into each other for hours together… in our attempt to free her. Alas… she was already trapped in the light of her mind.