Her fragile body is falling apart. From dusk until dawn, her weak features ponder away into the depths of a field down by the crimson shoreline. Her mentality fails without a single previous thought of what to do in a lake full of crushed dreams. Not a lost soul could save her. She's only a few heartbeats away from disaster. She's the only one who can solve the puzzle. She strives for unexplainable happiness and hopes to be free of heartbreak. She's emotionally ruptured and psychologically unconsious. Her look of desperation has her household shaken. She's praying to God that in time she'll be recapturing her moments with the angels above. She's got the whole world on her back but can no longer hold a single soul. She's immune to collapsing but not used to falling at warp speed. As calmly as possible, she takes baby steps until she could reach harmony in a peaceful ambiance. The young woman never backs down but now she's beginning to feel as though that's her only staple. She thinks her lack of strength is revitalizing knowing that she couldn't possibly injure someone if she doesn't have the force. A powerless young lady whose barely functioning mind is spinning and drawing attention to the songbirds of her generation. The birds who've created a stairway to Heaven with their gentle wings. The birds who've tried to brighten up her spirit with unconditional love from a valley full of warm lust and her family's thoughts. The birds who are the ones who sang her to sleep and did the honours of sending her home safe and sound, wrapped in their fluttery wings. Her life is in the clouds, the sky is the limit, yet her smiles are now limitless.