Old enough to a few,naïve and misconstruedCaught in the in betweenBecause you're just 22.
An abyss of reverieA pinch of the truthCaught in the in betweenBecause you're just 22.A protagonist of belief.A victim of…
Inebriated; not by spirits but by souls.
Stained sheets and castles blown.
Trust built on glass not set in stone.
Beliefs were rendered to dust.
The floor boards tremble beneath her feet as the bass takes on an incredulous beat . White noise.
A diabolic gush weakens her stance as she tries to mimic life's new dance.Tempest storm.
Familiarity provides comfort, a certain sense of stability. Security.Even when this familiarity is reduced to a mere state of mind, a delusion, an illusion.We still cling on to the familiar for dear life.Unwilling to let go. Afraid to let go. We live in denial. Justify it to our last breath.Portray…