the words she writes are poetry, but
they cannot be read as such like a rhyme...
they cannot be sung like a song with a melody....
they cannot be narrated like a story....
they cannot be deciphered like those of a letter to a lover....


her words were meant for the soul, no being can understand the true light behind them.
there is not a system.
it is not a game.
there is no light to be shed upon them.

she leaves it simply "more fun to figure out".


if things were too easy to figure out, people would not have fun, women would not "catch" their men, and people would not be happy. it is the curiosities of life that make it not so monotonous.