Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

Walk in vain. Asking for answers to walk, dreaming of the tone of life in a footsteps that doesn't sound, I am just scattered in awe by the light tiger who leaves, angry that the time of the morning was not predictable for what I call a vain day, and boil my business.

I want to shake off the cobwebs like a pathetic camel stepping through the desert. I weaved feathers, even on an icy veil, somewhere chilly, as if I had changed to a hoolish alien species courting Freedom. This does not peel off, the thickness gradually increases, and the pace of breathing plummets.

But I'm moving forward.