Broken pieces slowly dance across the lake hidden inside the melodies of a maiden mourning for the loss of her roses. Shrouded by a cloak of grief inertly sunken inside the lake's reflection, she heard her tears fall fromΒ eyes glistening within the constellations of the sky. Why bother to watch the stars collapse into the dying hues of the sun when it is simply poisoned by the blue light of a mermaid's tears.
I don't understand what I even write half the time.