My Soliloquy Disgruntled With Love

/aŋˈzʌɪəti/

She was probably standing on solid ground with her feet bewildered by gravity. Figuratively she felt it crumble but she stood still...moving wasn't an option as reality succumbed to her imagination and fear.  Fear of facing happiness she lost in her puddle of dark twisted thoughts. For a split second she closed her eyes and saw a hallow empty space due to past experiences of seeing some buffed light full of trust her ability to suppress the unknown thought experiences she accumulated as part of her existence, she couldn't bear it... as tears formed she closed again no breakthrough to seeing through and regain the greatest respect of my mistakes, heartbreaks considering with every inconclusively bad choice made without the knowledge of its outcomes, but she proportionally gain wisdom and growth through her personal demeanors she may never fail on the scale that you did but some failure in life is inventible