A perfect living!

Life looked superfluously perfect beyond her blue eyes. However, the blueness was hard to define or specify. It could be the colour of her eyes that made it pretty indeed, or it could be just the blue liner that covered the grayness of the vision- in need. At the end of the day it was so perfect, even the struggle for existence- this while and that- that they seemed to be falling at their respective places designed and defined by plans superficially made. It was only between dusk and the darkness it seemed, that she with her pretentious ignorance would look up at the sky in search of her favourite twilight, and right at that moment would her 'eyes' blue 'eyes' blink a sigh!