alohaitsriume

A blank page She stared into the seemingly endless space In which it appeared to mindlessly grab the broken pieces of her It described her, and was her She was without a name Without a voice Without a heart She walked on A never ending journey for light A darkness she had submerged herself in long ago Where memories became a voidless pit of sorrow And joy had ceased to exist Just as her life had ended that fateful day, so had those around her Yet she was unknown to this fact A quiet girl, Hidden away from the pollution of the world And yet, is she better off? Or worse? Concealed are her emotions And veiled are life’s most treasured gift

A girl seemed to have little energy to do anything, as she lay in reverse upon the couch. The blood from her body continuously rushes to the very top of her head, sluggish and unable to even produce a single thought. The second hand doesn't miss a beat as the clicking reverberates throughout the structure of the house. Chipped white walls, revealing a hideous green beneath the surface, the mahogany boards upon the floor are covered in grime. The furniture appears to be covered in a thick layer of dust, an undeniable uncleanliness. The female's dark locks are sweeping the ground, most likely swirling around the dirt and debris collected overti

Even after all of this time, chords continually being struck pierce my very soul. Music has a life, it speaks, it teaches, it lives. It lives through those who listen to it, like the gods above aren’t dead.. Neither is music. She was revealed, face a slate of blankness, heart beating powerfully through her entire body which shook her to the core, hands slightly trembling round the hands of the mic, palms perspirating through her layers of skin, and ultimately, she felt the audience’s tediousness; so, she gave them something to awaken not only their minds, but their hearts. A gasp of breath was sucked in, the first notes struck ho

It's alright to see the sky as the sky, it's alright to see the sun that blinds our eyes, it's alright if your hand intertwines within mine. It's going to be alright with you by my side, through the unsettling waves of the shore, to the tender whispering of the wind. Everything will be alright if we see the world through new eyes, though the future comings appear to only hold formidable trials, even if... even if we happen to unclasp our hands it is our undeniable fated spool of thread that ties us as one. I will not fear the storm, I will not cower in the presence of the unknown, I will not avert my sight from the truth, I will open