I see a vision of my soul.
Tall, thin, long strands of dark hair..
eyes deep and dark.
She is walking through a desolate land.
The footprints trailing in the sand.
Each step raising dust,
the same wind that is sweeping her hair
lifts the particles and sends them flying.
Nothing behind her and nothing ahead,
she still carries determintion and purpose.
Playing beautiful melodies in her mind.
Her last memory of peace.
At least,
she is hoping its a memory.
Because if not....
Its simply insanity.
The gears of her mind burning out.
Overworked and imaginitive.
Either way they bring her joy.
Strength to hold her head high,
to put one exhauted leg in front of the other,
and continue on into the unknown.
And continue on into the future,
and she hopes,
her destiny.
Jul 28, 2013
Jul 28, 2013 at 10:04 PM UTC
I see a vision of my soul.
Tall, thin, long strands of dark hair..
eyes deep and dark.
She is walking through a desolate land.
The footprints trailing in the sand.
Each step raising dust,
the same wind that is sweeping her hair
lifts the particles and sends them flying.
Nothing behind her and nothing ahead,
she still carries determintion and purpose.
Playing beautiful melodies in her mind.
Her last memory of peace.
At least,
she is hoping its a memory.
Because if not....
Its simply insanity.
The gears of her mind burning out.
Overworked and imaginitive.
Either way they bring her joy.
Strength to hold her head high,
to put one exhauted leg in front of the other,
and continue on into the unknown.
And continue on into the future,
and she hopes,
her destiny.
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