Vignette of Broken DreamsVignette of Broken DreamsVignette of Broken Dreams by Qyrnth
This is a story about a girl,
Who lost hopes
And sparks seem to have left her be.
In within the darkness where every being is lurking to catch her into their lair.
Promising false hopes and wishes.
Hands' reaching out.
Empty cases, empty shell.
Girl's eyes' glazing dimly.
Staring onto their trickery with gaze full of voids within.
Doll's eyes' died onto the heart.
Souls' eaten away, hatred engraved.
Mourn and disgrace's dancing
Insanity's seeping through
Crooked laughter's echoed
Norm and obscenity,
Thin lines' fading away.
Dissonant grungle roars.
Disfigured and lonely.
Tears are flowing,
Reminiscent of sorrows.
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"Why are you asking me? I thought you should know yourself. Unless, you're hiding something, oh …" . He's hiding his true intention, showing cunning side of his. Nor he clinched even a bit from my taunting words. Even though there's a trace of surprise undoubtedly carved in his smirk.
"Fond of smirking aren't you Mr oh-so mysterious? I don't get the point for you by doing all that all the time. I might know you. Or should I say, I'm highly convinced that I do know you by observing those very "helping" gesture of yours. Do I hit the jackpot?" I grin in massacre.
"Well, I think this should be it. I might see you. Someday. Or probably never ever again.". He is pulling away and starts walk towards the window. He is trying to escape.
"Oh, trying to run away aren't you?" I pulled the edge of his cloak. I caught him off guard.
"Not so fast, little Missy."
"Trying to take "your considered my might-be frustration" into your account, miss?". He gleams. Still fa
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"I I..I..I DON'T CARE!". It was me, replying for the very first, after a loooong goddamn silent ages. Stuttering like an idiot. I pull myself away from him. 1 foot long. Damn details.
"Oh? Really?". He is now circling me with his fine gesture, eyes' staring tentatively right into mine, piercing. He is figuratively dancing. Making an imaginary peripheral around me as he does. Shrouding his true nature with all mysterious impression he gave me. I know he did it. Intentionally. I don't even understand why would he do that. It's not that I recognize him. I don't even know his name and all. "Don't you?". He's literally making the face between smirking and grinning. What a bet? Both are the same. What could bring flaw to his face after all?
Firming my defensive stance, I reply, "Well, I said I DO NOT care. Literally Meaning. I DO NOT. Period. What's with you anyway? Giving all those hideous gesture. It's not like I know you or else.".
I stop, tilt my
I love to do everything based on instinct and surroundings..I am one of that kind of person who will be moved unconsciously when i feel inspired, experienced solitude and lots of emotions. I love to let my hands do what they want..|
Pity that I might've lost time to do all of them...
I remembered when I was a kid with that typical innocent grin. I would do everything to pour every single feelings I had. Drawings, sketches, piano and song, dancing under the rain, words, poetry and those sheepish little stories I wrote on that small childish journal of mine. I dreamt high and dancing with thousands colors of souls.
Well, reality strikes me hard. I lost all those things. Time, freedom, and that "innocence" that once had kept me going on creating things without feigning ignorance onto what others might've said and thought. That soul of a child I've once cherished and lost.
I do really hope I can get those back and just be that "innocent little kid" again someday in the world where times don't buy me but I can just be myself and free.
Well, you might think this is silly. but, oh, well..