All that she had said. She wrote, But not all she Wrote, she said. Like a trapped door hidden from the world, she explored. She lived in her own world where her imagination took off like a magic snap of her fingertips then off she went, just like that! it was all hers this world she built. A book so crafty that kept her insanity.
Some would say its just a BOOK but to her, it is her blueprint of what she has built, Carefully crafted in her mind with precision and accuracy she perfected it to a \"T\" but, none to be seen, It was designed to be built in time. A journey most would say slowly being built threw out her life, a time machine to her just a few flips to the left, a swipe of her fingertips to another time. But this book not like any other, it could go forward and backwoods it has a lot of twists and turns not many would understand.
Like a maze so nifty and twined. Her perfect escape, but if you think you can escape surly you can not, only she knows the path like a master masquerade lost in space. Her secrets she keeps hidden from all to see. But framed in her mind closely guarded. not a peep. A vault of memories hidden only for her own showing like a movie tucked away.
She guards it like a lost treasure that floating lost at sea, her heart so warm and still beating but it has seen some hard times. like a locket that piece is still missing. Broke, She felt it. Hurt, she experiences it. Crushed, she adored it. Hopeless, she embraced it. Her mind like a machine numb to the pain she pushes forward no matter the pain.
All she knows is to push, push, push.. like the gears to a clock perfectly ticking patiently for the moment to be revealed. But so many chapters still not finished, but before she expires it all will be complete like a perfect DaVinci or even a Picasso displayed for all to be seen, neatly framed with black and gold ribbon tucked away neatly in a box, and beneath the title will read.
\"The Blueprint\"