She vanished as the year ended.

Vanished into complete and utter understanding.

1. She was once made of scrambled details and events left open , without some details quite clear. She was made of doodles and jotts. Pharagraphs with some more that needed to be entered . Wasn’t ready for periods or dots. More words needed to be found to explain these things that looks liked an editor white out. She was a mix of folded pieces of paper with little phrases that she had to release. That brought ber peace. Lots of her own work and many of others that managed to find a place in the unorganized wonders she had forgotten . How would she ever organize all this? Mostly every entry not of her, was misleading with words like, love you but your to toxic. Your worth to me isn’t worth a sorry form me. If I did it , it was your fault I’m sure. Get and go. Come and stay was crumble in a ball heading down the hallway probably being delivered to more worthy. When the year ended it was all so overwhelming to bare. It hit her. Sometimes if to scrambled then it was meant to be undecodable until you were ready to except that most people. Closly all. People Vanish everyday if you let them. So her scrambled “She” was sent it with those people that make toxic seem small