She had never know that what she thought unknown where as known as the palm of her hand.  Blinded by her arrogance, blinded by her thrill for life she passed by it all without realizing that what she had always wanted, always dreamed and always thought could only be found in fairytales was something that was lingering in the corner of ever step she took.

The blindness she suffered=  most never knew existed  - for a smile she always streaked her porcelain face  and it always got her through. But every once in a while, life would turn her down and every once in a while that smile would fail leaving the scars of which was all her past as visible as the colorful wind.

She had known comofrot, and she had known love but she had never known that these things where inside her; and so a blinded fool is what she was and a blinded fool was what she would always be.