For questions were asked never to be answered and answer written never to be read. Distractions were built to keep out the focus from what was important and what made sense in the long run. She cried over what she thought was important. The illusion of needlessness were kept safe deep inside her like a pearl wrapped around layers of blanket. Only the blanket was made of lies and the pearl she had safeguarded for years now were not valuable anymore.
Isolation was her idea of happiness which was accompanied by the old vinyl CDs. It played the varying range of music for her, sometimes it screamed Metallica while the other times it cleared the tension filled air with the classic Wagner. She believed in the power of unknown that lay behind the words and sometimes its lack of.
For all she knew happiness need not be complicated. It needed attention and she was willing to make an effort. To wipe off the smug out of the sadness face. To really get away from what was not important. Little did she know, her definition of important has been translated in every language of misunderstanding expect for the reality.
Purposes of life were being looked after while all she knew was to live. To breathe in and breathe out whatever amount of oxygen she could get from the surrounding air. She filtered them time and again with a cheap mask which did its work and other times she liked the smell of dust and smoke. She appreciated her sense of smell as she breathed in the pollution and breathed out life.
She would smile while she cried and laughed when she was hurt. She was made up of iron and no one noticed. She rusted while others still ignored her. She screamed for attention while the little pieces of her died inside, only to find out that she hasn't been loud enough. The noises had blocked her cry for help and she died, little by little every day.
She smiled her last smile when she lay on her death bed. Dreamless sleep led her to the way to eternity of peace and only then she realized how unfulfilling her ninety years of life had been.