In her own mind "sovereign" entitlement enticed her world. Colorful blossoms appeared grey and unimportant, thus the beauty was expelled from her view.

Debatable issues was deemed unfair and one-sided, her standpoint on every lingering smile was non comprehensible.

The experience of dining as a pleasure undid her bitterness some. She politely unmasked her-self in those moments. A glimpse of her beauty was uncommon.

Within her own private space she dreamed and lived by the words and imagination of books. Tearfully damning her every open restriction as her beauty shined for none to see.

Masked and stiff she strolled through the splendor of the gardens, tiny drops of rain broke her impertinence and she hurried towards the crowns of the trees.

In her own mind she was a stranger as she smiled at the handsome stranger that appeared. All that was and what she defined broke and she was at long last free.