A happiness only a medium could fulfill, a human who filled her stomach with immense joy
When that disappeared.. the method of conclusion and letting go became an intense task
From resisting any human to being the one that gave her the same.. to getting rid of the anger that buried itself over years of silence
No acceptance of change or moving on ..
To society it appeared that she was 'lost' and chose the same mediums, yet deep down her mind knew those guys would never fulfill what had once been lost
Each form she chose just took from her the love she had left..
Thinking they had broken what ironically wasn't there to make or break
Disallowing the past to remain the way it is, and trying to accept the emotion again
In all thoughts of back and forth.. she only lost time which was hers in the Now
May she be the very essence of all the beautiful things she loves to Create..
Rip Broken heart.. let the ghosts remain in the past
