Flashbacks ...

Memories ...

Fresh cuts ... scars.

A million cries for help pushed into the night sky.

No vibrations .

The only thing that is perfect is the

Silence .

Laughter penetrates the sadness

Not her own.

Can't let go

Nothing disappears for her

a kalidescope of events create an image

a shape

creations of

attitude, thoughts, feelings, emotions

that change her .

That break her.

J

U

D

Gements

are made. Without understanding. Without pondering

Without knowing anything.

...no one sees

HyPoCrit .