A nutshell of New Zealand.

Skies. Mountains. Orange, bright red hues. But do you know, she is looking through you, and she is examining you, and she is nursing you, or at least she tries to, whilst you are looking at the sunset. She is something out of the world to not be watching this. Because to her, you're more precious than a sunset that temporarily stays. 

Iron and sand when they mix together forms a special character. Black. Black, soft, sand.
The clouds are grey, but who cares, really?
Ohh, the sea does, it's not as blue as it should be.  And you can say, who cares? Really? Who cares? Everyone cares.

She sits, she looks around, and she watches. She's a little girl, still, trying to be strong, trying to tell people, I'm good on my own. But everyone can see the truth. We're with you, little girl, we'll pretend we can only see the strength you're trying to potray, but we're here, little girl.

Mirror. You might not see the mirror. But if you look hard enough, you'll see a reflection, there. On that scenery. You can see you in there. Because you are it. You are the scenery itself.

She is a woman of independence. A woman of strong opinions and wide perception, to the point that I sometimes wonder if she could sit and mother a kid. Because her world is not restricted to a kid, her world is full of kids, and adults, tortured by the lack of something that she has. Independence.

She is a girl who believes there are no broken hearts when she can feel her heart breaks every time but she still firmly believes there are no broken hearts. The only term exists to her is lost faith and she won't indulge in that pain. Because lost faith means lost hope and she is nothing without hope and promises that He said to her. She's nothing.