There is darkness. Pain. Loneliness. Fear. She is just too delicate to know this kind of suffering so well. Her mind wanders from home to the ends of the earth. She never stops wandering. I know that place. It’s cold. Filled with ghosts from the past. They haunt her. She’s scared. She’s one lonely girl.
She fears the ocean even though her soul connects with the depths of the sea. The undertones are unknown. The sun gives beauty to the rippling waters masking what lies beneath all that glory. The thrashing of the current brings her strength while leaving goosebumps throughout her body. She fears it… but needs it at
I run round and round in circles. Like a corn maze the size of the pacific ocean, no matter which way I turn I always seem to end back up at the exact location I despise to be. You see the corn maze is a place filled with my thoughts. It runs circles like the