Dripping insecurities and doubts
She trudges through their murky pools
Sorting truth from lies, the important with the unimportant
Alone in the dim shadows
A pale ghost upon the gloomy backdrop
a waif like the mist
moving with the wind.
I was just rereading this and I realized that its not finished! It just hit me! *deep in thought*
I'll have to sit down sometime and try to finish it - but not today! :D
*singing "procrastination is my friend la la la..."*
