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 with 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 built just for her. With just a few flips to the left, a swipe of her fingertips to another time. This book not like any other, it could go forward and backwards it has a lot of twists and turns too many to understand but she knows it all so well.
Like a maze so nifty and twined, her perfect escape, but if you think you can escape surely you can not. Only she knows the path like a master masquerade lost in space. Her secrets she keeps hidden from all to see. 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 waiting to be found, broke, she felt it. Hurt, she experienced it. Crushed, she adored it. Hopeless, she embraced it. Her mind like a machine numb to the pain she pushes forward no matter the agony.
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 Monet displayed for all to be seen, neatly framed with black and gold ribbon tucked away neatly in a black velvet box, and beneath the title will read.
\"The Blueprint”