All signs pointed in the same direction....

but yet, she couldn't seem to help herself....
She ONLY wanted the things that
RANG TRUE for her...
They just seemed NOT to ring true for anyone else!
LOL
What was up with that ?
Was she perpetually in "self-destruct"mode ?
Or...
Did she simply LOVE the EXCITEMENT ?
the UN KNOWING ness ?
And who was to say that HER way was the WRONG way ?
I mean....seriously...
Were THEY any happier than she ??
Decidedly not...
right ?
What had made her like this ?
Everyone she knew, after all, was so SETTLED down...
and GOD only knew,
she'd made a big stab at trying that !
She just ultimately couldn't HACK the HUM DRUM ery....
the routine..
the SAME ness....somehow....
After all....she was an ARTIST....
(we can always chalk it up to that!)
quite TAKEN with her 'craft' really....
with words and imagery and ROMANCE and COLOR...
TRUCKLOADS of COLOR....
 She was essentially
 sottered to the 'edge' ...
She had to chuckle....
If they ONLY KNEW....
Her myriad experiences seemed to be always,
but always...
 iced with sweet, creamy, marshmallow happenstance....
and then sprinkled with magical, golden, fairy dust ....
Well...
after all...
They didn't need to know EVERYTHING, right ???
I mean...
She and GOD were pretty tight....
And is there a HIGHER COURT than that ??