כל מצב בחיים הוא פשוט, האדם הוא שמסבך אותו

Her mind was collapsing. A gentle void swriling in shades of crimson, purple and orange through grey mist that held her arms and legs in place like thorns through her flesh. She tried to deny the smell all she could but all the STOP signs she had put up did little good and the aroma surrounded her, filling every patch of air through the mist until she started to suffoucate on the it. It was daisys and construction work but it had something else as well. The thorns cut her and she bled as she fell to her knees painting the earth with black blood of a heart that seased it's beatings some while ago. She figured out the other smell, clutching at it like a giant holding a pee leaf hanging 500 feet above the ground as jack madly cut the trunk with his axe. The smell that attacked her straight forward like a tennisball louncher shooting his flaming arrow at 270 miles per hour. It was the sweet bitter smell of Brian's laughter, as two greatfriuts in mid summer rotting together on the ground, vibrant with the decaying velvet destrucion that was so typical to his charecter.
But it wasn't right, Brian stood right infront of her, no thorns or mist or crimson or tennisball lounchers, just Brian and her.

How are the children she asked, and your wife is she well?
Yes they are well he responded  I was just showing the kids where their father grew up
Oh that's nice, she said and walked away from the man she once loved