Wednesday, 7 August 2013
8, August 2013.
I feel myself sway to the unusual confusing rhythm of life moving lifelessly in my in my blood stained white dress. As I move my heart bleeds out more red to the cloth. Letting the hurt flow down in spiral lines down the dress to the ground. The drops of blood trace the steps of my dance. My journey on this earth. One full of pain. I dance because I hate the world. I am not who I started out as. I miss my innocence. The days of my childhood where my naive heart would believe in anything. Now I have lost the strength to hope. To dream. And happiness has traveled far away, I pray for myself to come back to that little girl I used to be that would run free-spirited, hair in the wind, carefree on the beach side.