Through my eyes are my secrets-
my fears-
my imperfect thoughts.
Memories of day and night battles...
And now.. I find my mind blank-
Void of emotion-
Little emotion left but non readable.
When I stare off blankly you would think I would be fantasizing of magical things-
Unicorns and fairies and love.
I question.. If what we dream about are mearly dreams will there ever be a reality of it?
I fear as unicorns and fairies once did exist but now are extinct, where is love in this?
Shall love soon be a far off dream to the universe as of everything eventually lost in the world.
Or could it be that love is a quest through hardship and loss
Broken bones and broken hearts.
It is rare, like finding the light switch in the dark and coming to find that your not alone-
It's startling and heart racing, but it's the best thrill your heart, soul, and mind will ever feel.
