»let me tell you about a girl who somehow was too much and yet, at the same time, not enough. how fascinating her personality was because she was everything and nothing at once. how there was fire in her eyes and only kindness in her soul. how her tender beauty was betrayed by cruel reality. how her strength destroyed her, how it got the better of her, how life only punished her unique soul, leaving her broken, lonely and lost, hope- and helpless behind.« ~ excerpt of a story I'll never write
epilogue: she's not easy to handle. she's incredibly fragile yet surprisingly stubborn. she is strong and independent. she will push you away for she doesn't need you, she doesn't need help. and she'll make sure you know it. she's her own savior, she has a talent to be happy. that doesn't stop the tears from falling over watching her colourful dreamworld fade to an unemotional grey. she's so desperate, she wants to scream that somebody stays, she's so tired of life leaving her behind. she wishes nothing more than somebody who saves her yet she claims that she couldn't be happier by herself. she's the setting sun and the darkest night sky and all the colours in between.
• Reprise and continuation of something that overtakes my thoughts once in a while