Delirious....

Flown with the wind were her strengths and metier. With the soaked voice, she was calling out to someone who was not able to hear it. She had a frame, a picture perfect which depicted the real lady in her. She was a clad in the thought of making it come true. Her thoughts, so strong and bold fencing in the mammoth of emotions inside. She was refraining from the changes in her. She wanted to remind herself of what she was....the way she was. She was struggling with her own self to make her believe she was the same. The palate of her life was once filled with the colors of life, freedom, happiness and thrill. Did she spill the palate all over or was it her determinations that led her to ruin them. What was so enormously wrong that she didn't even care about herself and get bumped against the biggest hurdle....superficial self. What use to be was not just a passing memory. The colors seem to react harshly to the exposure. The only solidest striker was the one at the back.....The Black!!!