She

she seem so cool, so focused, so quiet, yet her eyes remain fixed upon the horizon....

you think you know all there is to know about her immediately upon meeting her...but everthing you think you know is wrong...passion flow through her like a river of blood...

she is not waiting...not quite...it is more that the years mean nothing to her anymore...that the dreams and the street cannot touch her...

she remains on the edges of time...implacable...unhurt...beyond...and one day you will open your eyes and see her...and after that..the dark...

it is not reaping...instead..she will pluck you...gently..like a feather..or a flower for her hair...

there are a hundred things she has tried to chase away the things she wont remember and that she cant even let herself think about because thats when the birds scream and the worms crawl and somewhere in her mind its always raining a slow and endless drizzle...

yes...she damaged at best...like ive already figured out...but i can still see her reflection inside of her eyes...that are looking for purpose... they're still looking for life...

she may have lost her way now... but i hope she haven't forgotten her way home...

she thinks she used to be beautiful but not now...she wrong...

she only looked away for a moment...and the mask slipped and you fell...all your tommorrow start here....