I can't keep fighting myself
armed with nothing but...
Empty cyber-spaces
lacking social graces...
Beyond the narrow windows of vastness
Was my field of hopes and dreams...
Nitid beacons of light
tease mysterious shades...
Airplanes scintillate
through the drowsy atmosphere...
Fading:
are memories...
Hope
bringing...
-Fate-
In chains...
Oh, soothsayer,
craft the future in my palm...
In my mind....
I am me because I believe in myself...
Splashes of my creativity
spoken by words...
A Beautiful Brokenvodkabottle Destroyed,
what Idiotic Fool could make her Cry...