A lost and endless ramble into the realm of nothingness, where nothing stays and nothing remains.
Here I stand, 24, feeling less than alive... Trying to hide behind the light even though the light is exactly what illuminates the lies I tell myself, When I'm awake in a personal nightmare which is both creating a beauty beyond belief and also crushing all the beauty that had previously been, Such backwards logic, unjust thinking, You can't hide behind that which illuminates. I once saw the world with a glimmer of hope, a belief that everything works out on the whole, I felt wonder in all shapes and forms, Nobody was truly evil, nobody was truly as bad as the world made them seem, I was just a girl, shrouded in dreams, Of a world that may never be... Silly of me, really... For perfection lies between the lines of imperfection. I see this now... There is no such thing as a more perfect world than that of which we live, I am just a girl, a tiny insecure blim of nothingness... And I am wishing and praying...