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I’m growing in.
My heart lives within my surroundings, beating for the vibrations trapped inside atoms all around; now living for the girl inside that has always had desires for being alive. What do they see—don’t I want to be the dream within a dream? I exist to be perceived, I perceive to be myself entirely; am I one to fear when everyone is near? When doors and eyes closed, oh how often a scuffle had arose.
This warmth and inner chill fills my chest, breasts begin to raise out of prying eye. I live peacefully with the demons in my head, I’m only alone when I am full of dread; are you able to tell that I am half dead?
I’m sticking out this life for the girl that died whose dreams keep her alive.
Her passions the prophecy that brought her back to life.