The white segments that hid the sound in a kind of
electrifying dullness have been hovering over her head- like
some kind of unique snow-flakes. And the oh-so random rhythm
of this oh-so pleasuring game is only audible for the sake
of deception. For what stands behind theses
unbreakable-walls in nothing shorter than a lucid, un-
brusque lie.
The yarn of information stays unbroken in her denial, and
not for no healthy reason- her elbows are metaphorically
over her ears, saying to herself she hears none of it.
Forgetfulness is applied, and the fixed memory left her for
a lower-standing crowed, cropping up towards the unwilling
surface.
It was him for all time, until mortality had them parted-
and now the haunting goes on- as she sits in that room,
listening.
Unforgiving or unforgotten, she left the slyness of the
mystery- and horizontal lines have become a valid thought.
"You haven't even started the strife-marked trail that I am
forgetting." she said, her empiricism taking up the room of
her mnemonic misery. "I lived in your worst nightmares, and
I enjoyed it" She continues, convincing herself all over
again, never quite getting there- like an unattained orgasm
of the imagination.
Ah, woe is her, for she shall never reach the county of her
wish- for it was never invented or built, for mind will
never be reality- and nor will reality be in her mind.
Obscurity is her only refuge, hiding behind the unknown, the
deceptive, the unexpected (but yet so expected, for her
mind); watching the world from her point of view (not a
high-point, yet one unattained by most) the clearest point
is in an expected irony- also the farthest away.

"shouldn't this be the right time?" she asks, in that
innocent idealistic monotone she used when the bemusement
was in her semi-pouted lips.
"you have to set it firstly"
"Oh. But, shouldn't it tick or something?"
"Clocks don't tick. Silly you"
Deigned, she looked away, back to those despised snow-flaks.

"If only..."
Her invocation was left unfinished, and oh- so dreadfully
tragically, forlornly anguished, grievously hopeless.