And as she wrote down her endings she forgot to mention how long it had been since she weighed her options last. Someone once told her to structure her own kingdom but how can you build a catstle in the grass? Her pen bared transparent ink that soaked the pages of her supposed goodbye. She fussed at her dark angels as she hid her tears as she cried. Again and again she would contimplate this moment. Every time she owned it her lies would over ride. At some point even the truth sounds fiction which lead her here to her now fatal conviction. She processed yet again her confliction. Her eyes shut. She would no longer have to put up a fuss. But indecision flit to and from her crippled faith. She threw down her intended relief and thought to herself, "how stupid of me"...