found

and she got lost. Lived her life in poles, from one September to the other. Between the grey and black, her days were never quite white. and she got lost. Wandering and wondering, she thrived on her temperament. and she learnt. Never could sleep for long, nor could she stare into nothing. and she got lost, and she knew it. Slashed with adrenaline, and numb with pain, she ran under that wretched sun. That wretched sun, too, saw her in fascination. He shone more and more, just to make her skin glow. and she got lost. She was lucifer's shadow and there she goes in the darkest of dark nights. Living life in Poles. Now she slumbers. Now she slumbers,