she was just a myth, orbiting in an endless cycle of destruction and rebirth. She only existed in his mind; a paranoia. There were no photographs, no receipts to prove it, he wasn't even sure if she was real. But there was a yearning. They say that souls are beyond logic, they defy the laws of materialism, time and space. So does love. And no matter how many times she is washed from his brain, she just finds a way back. for souls cannot be starved of light when the sun itself blinds the eye. ... previously called, 'wrong'