Value for Simplicity

She sits and stares frozen in her nostalgia warmth days, crisp to the touch of a memory that presents her a smile, a sense of glamour, possessions, comfort and prosperity. idolising her frequently happy times that ravish over her performing its simplicity so elegantly. She pounders herself relax, transformed from what once was into her wine shaped glass a crystal image staring transfix in her opaque eyes, glaring, questioning her obsessions.

The shallow shadow whimpers from her feelings drowning her, swarming the echo's virtues swiftly snatching at her soul. A snap sound vibrates through the air sensually replenishing her hope and faith into a karma frenzy. She longs for more value, transpired by her takings regarded less fortunate abhorred by what is now reality.

She sits up and leans into her dreams forever devoured in a lust thoughtless world....