Shedreams.

Haunted by the emptiness that lies in the reality we all are emerged in, she thrives off of her dreams. Secrets hidden from the sight of ones who stand before her, hidden from even herself. She describes it as a cave, inscribed with ramblings no one seems to understand, no one even tries to understand. She is convinced loneliness is the human condition, if anything it builds like momentum to the bedlam deep in the belly of all poet's hearts. The dreams that never leave the corner of her mind, constantly reminding her of what she once was and is capable of condoning still. Doubt could be described as the enemy, demons who question any entrance of ambition. Free, she has narrowed it down to one emotion which she forever dreams of layering within the voluminous skin that has thickened over time. To be forever free, forever young, the continuous feeling of embracing the morning sun on the bare skin of Aphrodite. To feel "infinite" always. The consistent demon of her own reflection denying the greatness everyone witnesses as they feel her deepening gaze, like a clear vase she almost looks through you feeding you insecurities never before risen upon a second thought. A glance of a beggar she is desperate for understanding. The destroyance of herself, for now the fate is inevitable.