The girl who enjoyed her company
“She liked her own company. She liked to run her delicate fingers into the obscure of sheer nothingness. She liked the sweet-sounding and the melodious and euphonious sounds that silence played oh-so masterfully. She liked the gentleness of Darkness as it circled her, engulfed her and hurled her into an alternative world of unceasing and wild possibilities where her greatest desires were bouncing back and forth, eagerly anticipating to fulfill her long tamed commands.”
-Oumaima Rh










