Time was nothing to her,
and yet it
was
the entire basis
for her surroundings.
Steadfast.
She towered mightily,
parasol slung gracefully
over weathered stone.
The desolate,
lonely,
barren world
in which she did reside -
she could not see
that she was lost
that she had
lost herself
forever staring
back through
time.
The beauty,
the happiness,
the soft,
untouchable,
unbreakable
memories
reflecting in the
lifeless eyes.
Spirit -
constricted
or detatched,
she is
Closed.
Cold.
Colourless.
Eyes
blank and flat
yet chasms of deep
pure darkness..
Vacant.
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- When words fail. by Never Fall in Love.
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