Untitled, She Spoke.

And i present to you one of the most honest proses i've written to date. Hope you catch my drift in one paragraph, or another. Here it goes:

Untitled, She Spoke. 
As she looked. Blankly stared.  Eyes fixated upon the open book. Her mind swirled into a jumble, a deluge of thoughts. Another one. As the words embellished themselves into her mind once again, she heaved a sigh of regret. “Why”, she asked herself. “What was I thinking?!” And as she pondered, lingered at the threshold of doubt. A word. A path. An answer. Had she found, or was she found?

And as the moment faded into time. As the moment recited its victory in which a concoction of likes, lies and lessons saw her life endure. And as the girl, that ‘she’, a small delight, a small terror. She grasped what was in reach – love. In surreal company, a misery that gleamed in honour. What stood in line, she rejoiced for. A dull rainbow, a boring novelty. She wondered ,and wandered down streets in her life - a straight-jacket she never escaped from. Her pretense now faulted. Her life, her soul, her love she never dared challenge. A wick without wax to burn, a life without a heart.

And there stood a many answer that sense didn’t put a finger to. What was the end, as she surrendered in more wet pity. Pleading, for torture? A juncture where words seemed less than credibility proved. A reconnection to the former? Or were formers all a ditto replica of the latter? In life, she put her first foot as front. Risky? Caution? Trust. Faith. Shunned from light, tongue pulled back in remorse and deathly fear. Looming in despair, her shrouded heart smashed when light penetrated. A black room turned white. The awkward silences the pair found present. A sight. A fight. A plight, pathetic.

She slammed it shut. Gushes streamed down in her cascading mind as it hovered over hope, lost. Akin a ship without a sailors, it sinks. Her life without the other, dies.