She was fearless because she feared less. She was strong because of what she had been through, that she grew through. Of course, she had dreams and contemplations that she used as her elevation. But she was patient; she was sacred. For she knew that the element of surprise was not in the price of the prize but staying true to what she felt on the inside. So her body wasn't for sale. To her, the mere thought of seeing something so minimal was a reflection of hell. To penetrate her walls, you had to make love to her soul meaning you had to infiltrate her mind. She knew that this process would take time, so you could never waste hers. She was more than conscious. Her conceptualization was a mere creation in itself. She was not impressed by your wallet nor the clothes you possessed. But the way in which the love you professed when you spoke her name. She was no ordinary woman; she was the magic the magician spoke of when asked," How is this possible?" To not understand this beauty I speak of is tragic.
@theprinceofnostalgia (Understanding...)
