I wish my mind could be as clear as the skies, but instead their as foggy as morning fog in mid fall.
The smell of honey dew and rose, filled the air with such a brilliant and bright manner. Could put a smile on your face.
I am lost, no one to turn to but the sky, but every happy ending has a bad and opposite one.
This is mine
My own personal hell
I've walked through these haunted walls, searching for a way out. But I am trapped, this is my home now.
As the heat pierces through my skin up from my feet.
I feel nothing. Nothing at all.
But peace
