: About Me

Pessimistic bubbles if hope Float atop a sea Rippling with possibility In a room lit brightly To illuminate her solidarity One flickering light of motivation On a line of perception Cord of common sense Hanging loosely from an outlet of patience Burns out as she goes under Eyes open through the water Gaze out a window of wonder Under a ceiling of age The air of a slow existence Slips out in an instance Mindless emptiness fills her And she could careless Reemerging to air chilling with reality Back alone in your room of hopelessness Door closed the air is thick with despair And you don't care