mackenzie_k

Long days go by, sitting here alone and cold saddened by the longing to be loved and desired. Anything to feel the warmth of anothers soul and blessings raining from above. Thinking and doing nothing empty inside, the deepths of the soul never fully being touched or used, emotions locked inside hidden from the world. Never to be shown, deep inside locked up from all even to the soul itself. Crying, laughing, tears and joy, not truely ever felt, the cold emptyness of solidtude. Death comes to all no matter how big or small. The wharped life and chains destroy the beauty and vibrance that once was a soul.