Lost in a blinded shine.

In a cycle of vines that will never intertwine.

lingering with devalued feelings never being able to let any ray of light glimpse threw.

Anticipating something out of a fairy tale destiny that only allows you to see your own true reality.

Longing, lusting for a love no pure then the milky way, with an array of unpolished dreams trying to creat it's own Galaxy.


© Tytiana A. Williams