Frosted lies

OFten enough we awaken to the reality that we are stuck on the godforsaken world which limits the possiblities of goodness, wealth, and undetermined happiness to all of those who inhibit her.

Stereotypes and disgust follow the different souls which tread this earth. My own mind flows through tunnels of absolute chaos never finding the door to placidness.

I crave to see what is beyond my reach.

I yearn for that word or touch that calms even the worst death.

Every twenty-four hours I learn a different song and I feel a different emotion. Then almost without breathing I fly through that blinding light and without blinking I land on this layered peace frosted with the little white lies of vanilla.