Maybe it was because of illogical rationale that did it, or maybe it was not. Sometimes a mind can play tricks and distinguishing one real from another sham takes longer than expected. A bogus reasoning sheds its skin and can appear real to a baffled mind. And a phony affection, even more so. She thought it was real, only to be confronted by the truth --- that reality is not that common a word. And we only see things in the nature that we want them to be. The irony of situations. Many are blinded.
She has always associated emotions to alley dead-ends and torn photographs. A no way out and a lifeless representation. She is a rock, she would always say, and no one can tear her apart…but she was wrong and fooled. Staring at the canvas for so long rendered her senses numbed and hollowed. She was just a vain pursuant of a silhouette masterpiece in the dark. Traces of senseless theories and stupid fabrication continued hounding her, bringing her to her knees. She was being robbed of her freedom to liberate herself from the ravaging armies of hollowness. She was living a zombie’s life. Non-existent, unreal and in desperation. Behind the fancy words were strings of cobwebs and lies. She held on to these lies and was dragged into the abyss. For months, she had shut her eyes and mind closed. She refused to confront the predicament she was going through. She thought that by so doing, peace and silence would somehow appear from her very eyes, embracing her once again. She had waited and waited in vain, living every minute of the day in a daze.
And then…
Bullets of shame rattled away
Smashing the hidden walls
Tearing the suffocating halls
Rendering fear in dismay
From shambles, she has finally reawakened. The living symbol of an outcry from turmoil. Moments of disastrous misrepresentation of puissance halted. A self reborn and uncoiled.
Saving her took awhile, and still will. The ring of life continues. Still.
And as she looked into the mirror, I saw myself staring back.
-thanks for the pic rob- | 
