jenalso's Journal

a girl's dream in a snow globe, with gliters in the sky

all her dreams where shattered, when the lilacs started to cry

uplifting winds from the clouds

storms brewing without doubt

her dream simply put, was to have what you need, to do what you need, and in a way she had it, but in a way it wasn't that at all.

so she in disbelief of the profit went to the ledge that morn the lilacs started to cry and the wind carried a whisp that chilled her little soul.

In a short while the storm will have developed and all that will be left is a girl's dream