Eyes full of sorrow, and yet able to brim with happiness in an instant. Cool, with an air of not caring, but passion for those she cares about. Staring, off into oblivion, and then pulling nothing onto paper to create her art. Traumatize, for with one look, you are mesmerized. Alone, in Bohemia, and yet, surrounded by those who care about her. Slave, to the sorrow and chains of those who she holds dear, those who hold her dear. Yielding, for only her eyes can show you the true emotions welling inside her heart.
