darkrosesofhope

Today brings me to a new place. She put on her gigantic, black glasses and strutted down the long, stark-white hallways. Eyes of the people standing aimlessly about followed her like buzzing balls of blistering light. She wears confidence like skin, and there's only been one person to realize that it's transparent. She is not who she created. She still has that extant, innocent child building sand castles on the floor of her belly. He isn't present anymore, at least, not to her he isn't. She doesn't like liars, though she herself is one, so she threw him out, and he hit the gravel.  That was the last she would see of love. Her legs feel like