Complex Intuition
The fallibility is there..
It’s always there..
She looked at the mirror and found someone else staring back at her. It was such an awful sight that she just looked back down. All that was in her mind were answerless questions. Lots of them in fact. She deliberately let herself drowned in the confusions. As she tried to prink and at the same time wonder what had actually happened, the only thing she could come up with is, it’s all inexplicable. She felt like a golliwog. Lifeless but constantly needed when and only when needed. She looked around her room and found a bottle of sleeping pills on the floor. Probably the result of a failed suicide attempt the night before, the bottle landed on the floor. She promised herself she would endure life. So, what had coaxed her to give up? What made her listen to the devil’s motivation to hate herself more and more each day?
