She sits in the darkness of a dust-ridden day sometimes – delicately misplaced yet equally in bravely unison, & steeped desirably with-in the sophisticated shades both shapes of her very own beautiful & ambivalent bewilderment.
Amid-st this, an argumentative & quarreling sense of undocumented bliss which will twist & turn & instrumentally earn its involuntary s-t-r-i-p-e-s …
This transformatively ALIVE & l-i-v-i-d time – a tryhard pretty little eager individual entity of presentable & po-faced addiction, to this inexplicable thing: Called an utterly & outright egalitarian State of senseless Selfish Self-Mastery aside a extraordinarily cultivated case of crippling contradiction

Over her Fine, Fine Art . Yes. Her heart had to stART somewhere, someplace… sincerely significant aside seriously serene this time .