Torn...

Thinking of the same chronicle she was torn between two spheres, of which one that she was living in present. The other was a huge chunk of confusions and blasts and eruptions of the feelings that just grazed her hair and went off. Out of all the breezes that blew off her hair, there was one that went so fast that it shook her head. She was standing there with a heart full of confusions and hypothesis of what her world would have looked like if she was the one she isn't right now...as was told to her, she started to get into the gloom of the past...the gloom was seemingly giving her the brightest ray of light at which she was trying hard to look. But was falling back. What was so beguiling and enticing and delighting that she was unable to pile up the brightness that her own self had...WHY? Why was that one set phrase had changed her insights...insights that were everything to her...were now turning against her own mentation....