• milleyana 31w

    Between the intervals
    The spaces of time have captured.
    Inside thee was a soul untouched, broke, overflowed.
    A gem not discovered.
    A light not lit.
    A fire not burning.
    A music box not playing.
    A mystery covered in dust.
    How long will ye keep yourself from being yourself?
    How far will ye go into seeing someone else's identity in your reflection?