I set out to change her , n there she is ,clueless at the boundaries of changes and transitions , attempting to keep the child inside alive ....fog and dust settling down in layers of crimson , dropping the nucleus of life into darkness.. The hungry waves rise to devour her and she hides in a colored glass house...Dreamy depths wrap around and cruise through the memory lane..She stands and watches at her hazy reflection , ripples and words folded into pages that crumble at touch..All sand , All dust
