She has lost herself in the delusions of the world. Consumed by the insincerity of the people around her ,The untruth that is spoken while the truth keeps lurking deep in the shadows.
The inconsistency of these people drains her with each passing second to the point it overwhelms her. She tries to remember who she is or used to be as to not let it suffocate her thus drowning into the depth of their lies ultimately becoming a lie herself , however it gets hard.
There's only so much she can take , no amount of fake smiles or masks can cover the painful reality. Her reality........ she knows who she is but needs guidance to come back , back to the woman who preferred the fantasy of books over the lies of people , it's all fictional either way but only one of them can give you in the end the sense of satisfaction.
She stares at her pictures, loving the sight yet when she looks into her soul , she can only hear the cries of a heartbroken child.
With each passing year this heartbroken child grew stronger from the wacks of people and the shock it leaves the child yet it doesn't change the fact that this child was gluing what was already cracking and now fears that it might break any minute, break into small pieces, shreds you can't see nor pick up thus damaging the entire figure as you try to piece her back together.
Drying her own tears , she wishes for something real, something truly guaranteed that can provide her with genuine happiness. Ah, that beautiful thought that makes her smile to herself , it's temporary yet enough to keep going.
