There’s a soliloquy narrative that runs right through it, meticulously so
Agonising at times, albeit just as it is
Pleasing in parts – where what her fledgling heart yearned for all along starts to make gregarious kinds of sense
Before being drenched in absolute turmoil all over again
Soon as that manic and metaphorical pen tends to permit itself a way in when it comes to creating its very own bespoke and misery-laden existence