Beyond Zero

<p>She wondered what had become of her.</p><p>A mute kind of darkness had settled in-numbing her until she felt nothing at all.</p><p>No warmth. No glow.</p><p>Not even the comfort of tears.</p><p>She was buried beneath her own wreckage.</p><p>A sorrow too still too deep slowly hollowed her out long after life had taken her color.</p><p>Her voice.</p><p>Her name.</p><p>There might've been a better way to live-but she never learned how.</p><p>This isn't where her story began but it is where it ends-</p><p>in a journal she never meant for anyone to read.</p><p>Quietly.</p><p>Slowly.</p><p>Until she was no longer easy to find.</p>