I have been wading through time and space, waiting for a ghost to hold my hand and guide me towards my purpose.
I’ve wasted away the years on effortless hopes upon fragile dreams.
Unsettled within my own cosmic mind to think outside of the box my limits have trapped me in.
As a girl there were no shallow limits set upon a personality of another. Never did I relentlessly draw steel spheres around the glorious whimsical balloons of creativity and wonder my will and imagination conjured.
