Chaoticshadows34

Upon this broken stone, I stare into the depths of eternity. My own face is painted overtop the clouds. Why is my fate being held on this short string? Slowly seeping back into the plates of science, I wait, eager to see what cards you shall play. Don't dare tell me those candied words. Just like the shimmering mirror of its own, Nothing has logic anymore. Like the hands of time, Sand falling between the cracks Of a backwards future for me. In this truth of a lie, Like a sparkling star of memories, Reflecting the misery of generosity. My feet don't hit the ground. My hands don't reach for the heavens. I don't look forward. I