Watching the wind encase each of her loose wavy strands was intoxicating.
I stare into a pair of empty cerulean eyes, like the shadow cast over my desk from the dull white pills I force myself to indulge in for the sake of those “who love me”.
In an empty glass casket that is decorated with blood red roses lay a girl i've never met before. She is stripped of that she loves and is forced to fake a being someone who she cannot condone the actions of.
Empty tears drip down the faces of absolute strangers.
Strangers that I knew.
Familiar strangers.
I once knew all of these people, but somehow I have transgressed to a world where nothing is the same, where all that is left is the progression of goodbye, and I am trapped here. Trapped with a man walking behind me projecting life onto a screen, forcing me to partake in a game that I have no interest in. In spite of that, I’ll face each day as an actor with a glass mask, clouding my vision with a distorted reality.
-chobochi
I stare into a pair of empty cerulean eyes, like the shadow cast over my desk from the dull white pills I force myself to indulge in for the sake of those “who love me”.
In an empty glass casket that is decorated with blood red roses lay a girl i've never met before. She is stripped of that she loves and is forced to fake a being someone who she cannot condone the actions of.
Empty tears drip down the faces of absolute strangers.
Strangers that I knew.
Familiar strangers.
I once knew all of these people, but somehow I have transgressed to a world where nothing is the same, where all that is left is the progression of goodbye, and I am trapped here. Trapped with a man walking behind me projecting life onto a screen, forcing me to partake in a game that I have no interest in. In spite of that, I’ll face each day as an actor with a glass mask, clouding my vision with a distorted reality.
-chobochi