Reality.

She knows the reality.

She knows the truth.

It is hard-hitting.

So much that it takes her breath away.

She surmises.

Anticipates.

But, she does not stop.

She moves towards the ocean of gloom.

She moves towards the black and blue world.

She goes on with good hopes.

She expects things to turn up beautifully.

That was where she went wrong.

Everything's not pleasant.

Especially this.

She shouldn't go on.

However admirable it all looks

she should not.

For it is going to break her into pieces.

She's not sure of it.

Yet she goes on.

Where there are sugar-coated words

with venom inside.

Where there is immense love

but sadly, it is fake.

Wish I could tell her that.

Wish I could stop her.

Wish I could bring her back.

Back to reality.

And then, away from it.

Far, far away.

You don't even know what the reality is.

It is only I, she and the Lord who does.

Peace.