original writing: Small Figure in a Vast Expanse, PG. Pianos are playing long lost symphonies in her head. A violin emits note after note whilst the strings strain to give their noise. The rhythmic ting ting ting of a triangle in the far distance. The out of place bass thumping through her electric veins. The story of how a life can twist and turn like the curves of a country road and you can only stand and shake your head at the confusion. For my lovely Hazmatazz, starsburnfor her birthday. ♥ A/N: Mentions Coleridge's The Rime of the Ancyent Marinere in passing and Plath's The Bell Jar.