"Epitaph For The Curious"

A soul painted, painted in many layers.

Blended into shades of pure contradiction.

Questions processed, questions constructed.

Answers were the hardest part.

Acceptance and a sense of conclusion were needed.

Unaware of her ability, she became blind.

Eyes were of no use to her.

Sight was what she craved.

That very vision was her ability...

(The one she never knew)

She was alive, living, but never realized it.

Her end was her final realization.