Wishes And Dreams
Dancing shadows are beggining to tug at my heart.
Dragging me, pulling anxiously into pain. The voidless empty pain. Where nothing matters. Where all I want is for my life to make sense. I think I'd even settle for the pretend joyful happiness of braindead stupidity. To be a mindless babbling girl that only cares about the latest fashion and how to get the popular guy, whom is so shallow himself that he'd never notice anything but his own reflection.
Oh to be so carefree. I can only wish!
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