Under the canopy of a thousand stars, she found that her hands sang the words of her tender heart, the notes captured perfectly in pages that were stained a deep brown. cocooned in the embrace of a hundred constellations, she found her escape.

i asked for happiness, but all you gave me was sad, sad poetry.

silent pleas from a heart that's been tainted blue, a mind that ripples in constant turmoil and a mouth that remains shut //