she was a blank slate
her mind wiped clean
new ideas and thoughts
and motivations put into
her fragile mind Continue reading
she was a blank slate
her mind wiped clean
new ideas and thoughts
and motivations put into
her fragile mind Continue reading
A note rang out
in the solitary room that she sat in
her only company an instrument
a piano of onyx black
and ivory keys Continue reading
Forgettable
I look around my little 8 by 8 room and realise how much of a prison it is; the society won’t even let me have anything in it other than my bed, they think that having a picture on the wall or a photo by my side, just a simple reminder of my life before I came to know these sterile, cold unfeeling walls as home well if I even had one well back to the point they think that anything but the essentials to live will make it harder to fade but that’s what makes me so powerful.They underestimate me. Continue reading