She'd made a home out of a house & a life out of an existence.

 

The kind of pretty that speaks in whispers.

Little snippets of a voice.

Hopes & Dreams. Goals & Greed.

We'll be written in the stars for eternity.

Watching my life through the eyes of a victim.

A kaleidoscope of thoughts that won't set me free.

The clocks are ticking my dear, pulling us closer into a vortex we can't reverse.