this girl of boredom

there was this girl of fortune. she spent all her life buying things, one could not afford one could never imagine. never in her life she was late. brand new technologies. freshest food. up-to-date belongings. a collector of men. for her beauty (thanks to extravagance) is a possession prized by many of blinded sight. armageddon. she never feared. all she got to back her up is all she had spent fortune on. time passed. it was a thing she forgot. (she) never knew how expensive it was for no individual already bought it. it destroyed her technologies. it rot away her food. it lost her belongings. it left her in the air alone. alone, she is in the dark. looking for all the things, gone they are. sarcastically, time sticks its tongue out on her. crazy she was. and people thought she was alright, and deserving of what has happened. realization went into her somewhat shattered mind. this girl of fortune was just a girl of boredom. now she lived next to me. i fear nothing of her. for i know everyone has this girl of boredom.