choice..

Its difficult to chose between the mind and heart when they are saying rather opposite things..

dead..

It seems that something inside her that had the ability to love selflessly, without pride or ego has died and she misses it terribly..

positive..

She can see just a glimmer of hope
And wish that it stays..

pretense..

The facade called life..

tranquility..

Blissfully detached.

compulsion..

Such is life..

amusing..

She suddenly could not remember the meaning of "ambiguity"..
Strange.