By Alexandra Quinones
The written thought creates a new memory and our chances fade through the mysterious history. The journal we use, that consumes our dreams, is just a wondrous taste of our encrypted wits. Strange events within time are chased, as the moments of control become the furious longing for truth and purpose. Dark brown eyes piercing her, making her wonder with mysterious thoughts. She watching the confused girl staring at her blank reflection, she sees someone that she cannot recognize, someone that she once knew. Each moment she watches, and waits for her own progression. Still remembering how she was the moment that he walked into her lonely life. For he had made her happy and pleased with the way that she was back then, when she was young, so innocent and weak. Every night she would wake, feeling shaken and tired, all those moments of bliss were nothing, but the splendor within her empty and lifeless dreams.
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