Without eyes to guide her, her heart took command.
She danced with shadows and made them bow.
Bound by nothing but her own choices.
Her hand touched the fabric like it held memories.
She was art in progress and finished masterpiece simultaneously.
Red means stop for some. For her, it meant go.
She was the answer to questions nobody dared to ask.
I traded sanity for freedom, and it was the best deal I ever made.
