She never had a face.
Where others had skin she had thoughts.
She was a maybe.
She tried, she tired of trying to become a face….one face.
She watched others…. she saw their moments all at once and tried to capture each one but just kept producing masks.
she tried to force herself to become……a person.
But….the fact that she couldnt never bothered her, she discarded her masks as fast as she created them.
She was a probably…..a maybe…a hasnt happened yet and a was never did.
And she never bothered.