and a shattered glass...
a tampered seal, and a ruined rack...
are all synonymous to me...
The endless dreams of no possibility...
The continued pursuit to desolation,
depression, and animosity to one's self
are all my aspirations towards life.
Yet, I wished to escape it all...
to live normal and carefree,
like a butterfly, or maybe a bird
to fly and elope with such freedom at grasp.
But I ain't what I wished to be,
thus I need to bear it all...
to suffer, cry, and mourn,
up until my dying day.
