She's gouging her way through gravel. Kicking up stones as her feet blister through her fractured shoes.
Sulleness is the only word to describe her vacinity.
Yet, smothering the surface of her mind is a blanket of detonation. What her eyes can see is a delusion, her temperament overruling and belief of genuine existence.
Why is she lost on this unbroken path?
How can she shut off the reacurring murmours that govern the way of her concepts?
She has hidden notions, obstructed to the eyes of those who willingly share the external mirth she radiates.
Relegating the aggravation that circles her complex, she can continue her saunter with discreet disturbance.
Smiling again she commemorates her awareness of the challenges of existence.
Danica Lord.
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