The sketchy dream,

Long ago.





Of a great time.



A time of being adored,

more than that of now.





ssssssssThis sketchy memory
GRASPS MY MIND.





Tears me away from reality,
Rips my every thought away from me.
Purifies me of all the dark moments that run across my mind.





ssssssssLets

sssssssssssssMy

ssssssssssssssssssMind

sssssssssssssssssssssssSpin

sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssSlow

ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssAgain.

The awakening of life,
as it is now,
Blackens the happiness once shared in my past.

I thank the past of your being for making me what i am now.

D E S P I T E The Failure.

My name is Anais, and some things i have seen are better left unknown to others.