She can no longer gaze upon the eyes of man and feel an emotion.

She is hurt, yet unscathed.

No longer bound by the mere limitations of 'suaded speech and prominent eyes.

She is burdened yet free.

No more a slave to her appearance for others than she is to her snow-touched beauty nor to the she to which autumn's embrace darkens her to perfection

She is in disbelief, yet trusting.

Hopeful that those that have walked all paths can understand hers without so much as a lie to deceive what reality calls truth.

Moreover, she is all, but one.

She decided to put an end to what is determined as life, still breathing, but now as one, she walks for all....alone.