There will be an ear to eye to mind moment when it all makes incredible sense, that her sole soul-filled aim to sip and to sail, and to chat and wane —

In a most… perfectly normal-minded instance of eventual/INEVITABLE(!?) balance of brain. It has not been beautiful and it will NOT wish to remain: this agonised and fraught with anxiety thing. This girl is of our ONLY-WORLD and she does deserve… everything, according to her very own

Wonderfully abstracted scripture. Give. It. To. Her. NOW! Or she will die by the alignment of a nasty old noose
An inch from deliriumWith mIxeDuPoPinIonS