angel to an angel, devil to a devil.

Round like a spinning wheel, with no beginning nor ending.For her nothing matters, as she only reflects back, for she is of no energy.
Hollow, some say. A being with no substance. An imperfection.

Ignorant minds are always dangerously wrong.

Common people, their minds are polluted with the pursuit of trivial glories. The pursuit of self-centered happiness disguised as the path to righteousness.They mate, they breed, they spend every single minute of their lives to create, to consume, to find ways to consume, they take their steps, from one milestone to another, thinking it would lead to progress, somewhere.

Little do they know, along the way they muddy the water.Caught in their own personal melodramas, they struggle to get to the finish line. All while fully aware that the finish line is death. Human beings are tragically ironic.

And they say she is crazy for choosing to be detached.

They have no idea that that's what keeping her intact, in a world that continues to break in pieces.

She is of no entity.

Project darkness to her and she'll be dark.

Project the opposite and she will shine.

When the end of the world comes she would simply vanish into nothingness. She has nothing to prove because she knows that nothing would matter once her reality ceases to exist.

And her reality is the only thing that matters to her.

Not an anomaly, she is perfection.

Because she is whole in her nothingness.