She carves her name into the strong birch tree. Gossips frantically with her mind. Where the fuck do I go when I die?
Leaving what ever she could to trace her past. Nothing left to decide. She’s wasted her whole life.
Society’s rules made her feel inadequate. Unworthy of living. But she still knew better.
Wearing her suit of armor she faked. Lived in fear of being judged. Silences her thoughts.
Walking on water. Untouchable. Superior.
Living in the dark is all she knows. Why would she want to see the light? Why change what she knows best?
The strain from others suffocate her. Wishing for emptiness. Asking for forgiveness.
Yearning for the awaited touch. Someone to take her mind elsewhere. Walks in the forest.
The years just tick on by. Nothing slowing. Only the time in the mind matters.
She abandons her dreams of fairy tales. Lacking the meaning of life.
Carousels take the horses round. Like the norm swirling around & around.
The misty rain forest home to many. The sky liners dominate a pretty city.
Sipping away something strong on the rocks. Forgetting her life full stop.
Fucking the rules with a swift middle finger. Since when was she the one to follow.
Dizzy dinosaurs spill all over the evening field. Cross eyed and crazy.
Raindrops cleanse her feared insanity. Losing it.
Servant to the controlling mind.
No one understood.