The girl stands alone.
She doesn't know who she is anymore...
Life is a mystery
dreams, an empty well...
Time
slips by...
I walk, I run, I jump, I climb
In the hope, to not be left behind...
It has occurred to her that she is a hallway girl.
Not a room to lounge in but a passage from one...
There's day's when I realise
How much help I really need...
They randomly wrote words
upon mysterious souls...
The tv is on
Its really loud...
I hear the strides of the industrious ants
As they pucker at the leftover of the cake...
People always going
But never want to stay...
So here I am again and now I know that I have...
To keep the demons held in check...
28/02/2017
I asked you for a share of...