She sits in silence, but the silence is beauty, the thoughts ponder her mind as she forgets the world around her. Slowly.. Slowly opening new eyes. The dust on her old picture frames never seemed so thick, it seems as though the memories they have came and gone to never come back again. The same song replayed over and over, a love sick melody sinking into reality. But the days humiliation is always the same, but yet she is invisible still to this day.
Oct 2, 2012
Oct 2, 2012 at 9:06 PM UTC
She sits in silence, but the silence is beauty, the thoughts ponder her mind as she forgets the world around her. Slowly.. Slowly opening new eyes. The dust on her old picture frames never seemed so thick, it seems as though the memories they have came and gone to never come back again. The same song replayed over and over, a love sick melody sinking into reality. But the days humiliation is always the same, but yet she is invisible still to this day.
