Monday, July 11, 2011

prelude

"Lost at a sea of hoplessness and forgetfulness lays my everdying soul, the sound of wind chimes flowing aeridecently through the air. My Breath icey, but warm against his skin. Where is my mind? 
Lost in a jungle of hatred and pain, climbing through tree's that are everbinding and dark. Broken hearts lay, crushed beneath my feet as i walk along the broken bones of what use to be me.
The air is black. My skin is cold. Slowly loosing myself in my own reflection. In the mirror, stands a girl who looks nothing like me, but, it is me. 
The inside of my soul is deep and depressing while the outside is only hiding what cannot be seen. Where is my mind."

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