She was entering in again – asking silenced sorts of questions needing no real answer anymore. She was… even nervous enough for the sake of somebody else – the other pieced together parts of ACTUALLY herself.
Up til then, they invested as best that they probably could not… at truly penetrating her dostoyevskian, stroll-about-the-place soul. And if she would she will… excite to entice this DaMageImItaTioN away from them.
The odd mannerisms which S-E-E-K to swim…. oh so cHaOtIcaLly inside of her
•Lighter than Schizoid-like Mind (?) ===>> Far lighter than that, Actually. When ever it is possible she will enter HERSELF in yet again and take it with THEM… to ‘happily’ Elaborate and professionally procrastinate amidst this scratched-back-together ParAllEl world of
…. determined uncertainty AND unCERTAIN determination (… !!) The truth is… she’s maybe been something of a mental masterpiece without even
Comprehending her own state of utter dishevelment. Because what she achieved will never again GAIN the face-value that it does deserve. Even if
her face-of-MANY does paint a PUNCTURED PICTURE of, and with, all HER words (…).
And perhaps they forgot to tell her that she wasn’t a robot, utterly able to make her own brand-new mistakes
