Unspoken words seem like a crime unto themselves. Moments of frozen time are all that stand in memory. If you could believe the look in her eyes, see what she is trying to tell you. Her lips are stitched shut. Stitched in jagged lines, closed by years of pain; secrets sit behind those lips; stories that are untold; memories that slip from history because no one was left to remember. It's a beautiful tragedy, to see her pretty face, but not hear the words she wants to say. A painting on a wall she is silent; with a thousand words written across her face. And all the emotion, all the things left unsaid, the pain, the regret, the sorrow, it's there in the sadness of her eyes. It is there in the way she stares. A ghost she haunts her frame, a memory she haunts your mind. There are explanations for everything, some are just unknown. An empty hallway with a broken dream, a picture with a forgotten girl, a silent emptiness that drowns in the oblivion of sorrow.