Immortal me.

A soul created by a devine entity.

Struggling to set her mind free while longing for a love that is much further than what eyes can possibly see.

In my mind I fight with the thought of the world trying to consume every piece of positive energy that lies with in me.

Like the vines raping around the roots of a tree suffocating every life line based in the soil that gives out the abundance that I so desperately need.


© Tytiana A. Williams