Kiara674

Twisting in the wind one lone fragile person does trying to enjoy the merriment of her surroundings innocence stolen early, pain, misery, despair none of these are upon her mind only trying to go with the wind is close from the heart shes different misunderstood simple-minded looking for a flower of happiness in the ugly face of a dead wasteland yet trampling any she doesn't see no matter how many she grabs some still get trampled to which she solemly realizes later when its too late and then, despair, misery, pain, agony all come to envision her smile fades and the true image of the meadow comes wilting trees grey petal