Whispers into the night. She shares her secrets with the darkness. Releasing demons into the sky her heart lightens as the deathly load is thrown out with every exhaled breath. Eyes wander – unseeing – hoping to the ceiling above that greatness within her will come. She is destined to be the one. Her one. Her one and only. Independent. Needless to say, she strives for perfection among all of the accepted flaws. Flaws that made her fall many times before. Creative genius flows in her mind as her imagination begins to soar to new heights. Creating colours unseen and unknown to the human spectrum. Fantasies float about the fully blank skies – she can survive.