Maybe it was meant to be, honestly, it’s so hard to tell, all roads have been taken off the map, I am walking with my eyes closed, running every now and then, inside a maze of my own making. Let the answers be clearer when dawn breaks, obvious and open, crystalline and closer, violet rain…

I am a spoiled, horrid brat in a hurry for hurried heartbeats. I want entertainment and enhancement, in any order, but never from someone who bores me, and I bore as easily as I bruise, breaking hearts and singing the blues, these are just the things I do, while I’m searching for something that will…