She stood there for several minutes, staring and sighing.

Her hair was in a disarray the only consistent thing about it was, the frizzyness. It was untamed and dried out, much like her emotions that swirl about like an annoying bee.

Her Eyes Stare blankly back at her.

No green iridescence eyes that sparkle like the sea under the summer's sun, no warm earthy inviting brown eyes of untold mystery. Just dull blue eyes that were more a placid sad grey than the inspiring icy blue.

Another sigh escapes her soft mouth.

She mused perhaps the only redeeming quality about her.

Books ruined her life. She no longer bothers to stand up straight and tall anymore.

She lost the battle.


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Lost the battle to fairy tales and romance stories told and retold since she had ears. It didn't matter how many times the story was written anew, it was still the same story, being poured down her throat like some bad medicine.

She was of no woman to be written in a Novel.

She was neither petite or delicate, elegance has forgotten her in her rural settings.

Fiery lass with a spirit so bright that even blind men saw, did not stand about and sigh. Nor was she the woman who just oozed sex appeal. The woman who made strawberries have shivers of the thought of being eaten by her luscious mouth. Nay she was neither those.

Was she this indescribable woman then? A woman with no outstanding features..? Features that just sit amongst the crowd of so many?

She knew what she was not.

They were foul things to be wished for, but to be wished upon oneself was a whole step towards a crumbling of a wall far away...

She wished that the heart that gives her life was stone, cold concrete stone.

Immovable, unfeeling, desolate, ah yes thats surely what she desired upon this soul, a soul too soft for a world too hard, softer than a feather drifting in an unknown breeze by the shore.

Stone she could be immune to the all the images, to all the words that left her bleeding in another dimension, to all the unspoken imagination of cruel criticism, to all the scars she carried.


Then and only then she be free .........