Her world.

Chasing her dreams, stumbling on reality, racing past doubters, embracing her humanity,

she was the ink, the fountain of emotions,

the author of her world, her story filled with imaginary characters.

With dreamy eyes, she fantasized,

colours vibrant with passion,

I will love myself, she surmised,

and there was no temptation,

because in the darkness there is light.

So she stood there on that wintry night,

took the decision that changed her life,

and did not live to regret it.