The sun shines down on her submerged face in
the water, projecting itself as lines drawn in serenity. The lines are
intertwined, forming a composition of complexity. It is like drawing the lines
of a tigress by a fine pen of light; a pen that is determined to expose her
inner wilderness in opposition to her blissful face. The water is so clear and
tranquil, projecting her inner peace. She defines complexity along with
simplicity; a combination only possible when peace mixes with wilderness. If
she is to be defined, she is to be a perfect definition of paradox.
Her red, short hair is just as free and
graceful as the gentle water that is carrying it, allowing it to float on its
aurora colored surface, resulting from the refraction of the sun light in it. The
colors cover her as well, making her a composition of light colors and red, a
whole world of vibrant red. Her lips are vivid and lively, just as her hair is;
a reflection of her flame, that is never extinguished.
She needed this, this serenity, this
disconnection from a vile world. She needed to expose her disgust and get free
of the negative energy that surrounds her. She is a lively person, not to be
bent or broken, but in a world filled with villainy, she has to be a villain.
Getting tired of suppressing her innocence that wears off a little every time
she gets into the dilemma of existence, she decided to resort to purging. A
sort of baptism that connects her with her inner soul of happiness and the
innocence that she loses in such corrupted universe. She chose the purist
element of life, and the most unpredictable; Water.
Water for her resembled life. There is no green
land without water. Fire cannot be defined as ruthless without its opposite;
the gentle, graceful water. The wind does not grow into a storm without rain.
Water is the core of everything. It is innocence and purity combined with
ruthlessness and rage. It is the most controversial element amongst the rest.
Water embodied her, and she embodied it.
Every time she goes into her territory of
purity and pain, she shivers as a person who is about to die but comes back to
life miraculously and unannounced. She is like a person who has seen himself
end, but suddenly he is up on his feet, watching his moments of death as a tape
playing in agony and fear. She sees her life as a tape that ends so soon, even
though recording it took ages of torturous splendors of fear and joy. She gets
attacked by a stream of a deserved-to-be-mourned-for memories. She seeks
purification, but it is never without a price. There is always a price that she
has to pay to be able to reach back to her true moments of joy. It is a price
that she has to pay to be able to reach back to her villainy, subdued by rage
and vengeance. After all, no one can be vicious without being innocent at
first; he wouldn’t tell the difference unless he knew where the separation line
lies.
A tigress she is, in her fierceness,
monstrosity, persistence and grace. She only attacks to survive; an instinct
rooted in humans and animals alike. You can’t blame the darkness of the world
on her, nor can you blame her on her twisted ways towards attaining survival. She
is the Queen of the wilderness, as the Lion is only the king. She observes,
hides, lurks then seeks, attacking her enemies and her preys alike. After all,
preys are only a necessary evil that doesn’t match the fire leaching in her
veins as she does what she does to sustain her durability and conceal her
frailty.
After every blood bath she pursues, she goes to
her embracer and her pure reflection projected on a blurry surface of hopes to
be attained, farfetched salvation that she dreams of every night when she goes
to sleep. She is so consumed by the innocence that fights every night in the
back of her unconscious mind, yet she forgets about every day when she is awake
and conscious. The water is the only way to mend her fractures and her wounds.
It shows her a path towards salvation as it paves for her the road towards
hell. It is all a momentary feeling of relief only to ensure an eternal war
against suffocation.
In her gracefulness, there is pain. In her
light, there is treachery. In every breath she is unable to breathe, she is
alive. In every breath she inhales, there is a burning fire only extinguished
by blood and death. The light that shines on her is only a comfort she seeks
but she cannot reach, for even when she is purified, she is blind to the rays
that make her grow in beauty. She is always closing her eyes, allowing herself
to feel human, every time the water touches her death stained skin. She is weak
in her ultimate moments of strength and might. She is a woman only vibrant in
red; the colour of death, love and blood. She is only like any other woman, who
is alive in red; the color of warmth, intimacy and danger.
