She was meant to be with her own shadows. Befriended with dusts and echoes that scattered around that deserted corners. She gave away what she had left of hers. And search for some others. Of new things she thought she could find. She found once, maybe twice. It excited her like the sound of bangs you couldn't hear across the galaxy. Ecstatic she was like the stars had made up into Saturn. Oh but joy only lasted for a few ticks of heartbeats. She had to find a loophole before the tainted clock slowly eats up on her. Tangled she is now with two grape vines she couldn't escaped. Both are sweet, both are ripe. But in her mind, she can only guess what's her denouement. The vines are slowly creeping and wrapping themselves around her soul. Poor poor, girl. If only she had listened to the Ghost inside of her. Maybe if she'd listened, she won't be lying on the ground with flowers in her hand and drops of violet scents on her eyelids won't shut her eyes.