A swarm of emotions decide your life. And then YOU choose to die. By YOUR motivation.
Answering people was getting bothersome. You were running out of breathe. And then, something, someone started scooping from you...only to be a better picture.
Why did she do so? Despite the witness - love? Does she want you to know? Or it was just sorrow?
As the other she continues, the picture feels hungrier than the black holes, darker than a demon or ghoul, only to discover the light at end of tunnel still existed.
She is that mistress, with a diamond worth shame, always in pain, slitting throats like dazzling blade. Jagira Weston, opens her diary to breathe the blissful moments one last time, unaware of the thorns framing the rose.