As fragile as flower petals. from afar, she feigned defiences, but look closely, she's not as strong as she looks. small almost fragile, too fragile to be true.

"Everything around me is overwhelming, my mind was like a storm, a whirl of tornado of mixed feelings. scared, fear, sad, frustated, yet flaming at the same time." she whispered, pouring her thoughts from the bottom of her heart, but who was she talked to?

the room was empty, too empty and too quiet, too calm for her. a stark contrast for her thoughts, a whirlwind of hesitant and nervous, hand gripping at her fabric like she's trying to calm herself down, when nobody did.