Her

She is lost; she has been through a lot of dreadful experiences. Trust, honesty, mercy, tenderness, and love are nothing more than words she reads in letters. Every time she reads one old letter; her teardrops flow through her pale cheeks into the paper till those misleading words go out of shape, deceitful as they really are, believed that he was the one. She spends the whole night crying, crying a river and swimming carelessly oscillating among its tides. Her “poor me mentality “as well as her emotional addiction provides her with tools to build a destructive state of mind. Believing that everyone is the same; believing that her emotional debris are impossible to restore again; believing that the world where she lives is awash with Deceptive men; believing that she is the flawed woman and doesn’t have enough beauty every time she stares at her reflection in her broken mirror; believing that love extinguished like dinosaur because the latter could not adapt with hard atmosphere the same as love for love can’t find the right environment where it can settle. Maybe she has being taught a misconception about the true love , or maybe the society where she lives is so complicated and everything is artificial including feelings -packed like fish-cans-, or maybe she doesn’t know how to figure out the difference between lust and love . she turned sick, depressed, poorly dressed, weary eyelids, wrinkled face, her weak body reflects the disharmony in her conscious , her emotional garbage manifests itself physically as a malady .The only thing that keeps her alive is “Crying”, crying releases her pent up ; suppressed emotions into tears . But finally she understands that only by creating harmony within herself she can create a new harmony with the world.