While gazing in her eyes..would you wonder? Women, so many things going on all at once it's almost hard to keep track. Her head full of explosions, the ones most delicate to nature and most natural to our behaviors.  Love, being so obscure once was our fate and defense. To regain herself she contemplates nature. Being............................................................­.................................................................­.....................................this was once enough for her. Being thrown around in this cosmic ringer keeps her so off balanced that she couldn't even recognize herself the other day. Would you of known this by just gazing into those hazel- pure eyes of the sun? Dipping her toes, ouch, cold. More thoughts obtain all the spaces left in her head. Contemplate she said as she looks into her reflection amongst the water. Would it be better to be comforted or expand my reflection towards new lights?