She smiles along with her void sight
Joyful and crowned but still wondering inside
would anyone prefer to cinder their calling arms and grow bent wings to fly and be heard?
Or would they want to be heard..but closed in, heard and seen only a few inches away from any other individual with emotions not worth confessing?
With the joy she brings, still, she was locked up, mind has made her. What she had become, the mind set her free inside a closed box filled with everything unusually entertaining. It gave everyone a piece of what they wanted, a story to tell, a sketch to laugh at, a chaotic play with extreme violence that could make anyone scream off of their final shrieks, so bold and magical, this upsets her, she could not understand whether those words she was following were taunts. “go on, They want more” she kept hearing everyone outside this unfamiliar box told her, the words kept repeating, as if they were told to do so. More ease to think of, but she was not thinking no more, it was her chance. But when the brain’s finally beaten up with other conditioned breaks, it just stops and blankets the whole body, still functioning, but this time unskilled. Now she’s just gone. dead and gone. Without their dreams, without their stammered notions, she would never be seen, never would be heard. but still she would be thinking..taking every other chance she could get., just by sound of her hollowed confessions, Now..she can be happy, bereavement finally paid off.



Joined October 2008

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