She could feel herself fading gray in a wold full of possible colour
She began to regret her whole way of being,
Staying in on friday nights
Pushing away all possible friends
And making the media her "Social life".
Aspects of life she'd been missing rushed though her brain :
Spontaneity,
Human interaction,
To love someone,
To be loved.
Her regrets made a rage within her,
A rage that had never been present in her old self
As her rage grew,
Her soul awakened out of the slumber it had been in, and
Never again would she go Unnoticed or
Voiceless
She had been born again from the Rage of a Stagnant life

Obsessions can change,
Month to Month,
Day to day,
Even hourly
Its the that one song that soon faded away with time,
Its a phrase you say over and over untill its worn out
Or even a pair of jeans that you wear till they fall off or don't fit any more
But, Imagine
If the phrase never got old
And the jeans always fit
And that song still has you singing in the shower every time
Now
try to Imagine all those feelings
Put into a person
This is now
A person who Always makes you happy
A person that will for eternity make you laugh untill you're crying and your stomach hurts
A person who will Always admire and lift you up
Forever

And the flowers that bloomed in her mind ,
Were not those of perfection,
But of color and light.
They did not grow in conscious of a color pallet,
Or how they were told.
They bloomed in colors of all kinds
Some dark as the ocean deep
And some as bright as day.
The flowers in her mind could not be tamed.
Nor would anyone want to dim that kind of beautiful

Their thoughts intertwined within each others
Each exploring deep thoughts of the other
Their souls seemed made for one another,
Soon fade apart.
The obvious fate of their futures with out eachother drove them mad.
Eachs passion for eachother grew as the time went on
And they made their homes in eachothers hearts
When the time came they fell into an abyss of loss and despair
And when their souls faded black,
They stayed black forever