crimsonsunset34

Every day, I wake up, expecting something. Every night, I hold myself, hoping for something. But now, I cannot feel. I cannot tell the truth from dreams or reality. I cannot find anything within me. For it is empty. I remember everything that warmed me. I remember the first time I lived. For now, I linger. Your warmth let me know what was cold. Your touch let me know what was empty. For that is all I am. Empty. Empty as a glass jar. Lost. Lost like a confused child. Can I not even cry? What is left here? What can I do? But exist?

Tagged by ~littlecloudflower (https://www.deviantart.com/littlecloudflower) (annoyingly, I have to reply) 1. What fictional character can you most relate to and why? Really, I can't say I can because I think most of the characters I know are a little shallow and good-hearted to be me. 2. What historical period would you like to live in? Right now is real nice. Frankly, any other time, I would have been treated as an object. Why would I want any other time? 3. If you could rename yourself, what would your name be and why? Honestly, Nadeshiko. I don't know why, I just like the name. 4. What motto do you live by? I have none to be honest because I'm too fickle. 5. Do you have

Taking this sword of strength You run forward into the sky For which you scream out And mouth words that seem to cry. Beating in this small heartbeat, You stare into the light distance As it widens out in my eyes And ceases in an instance. Never regretting it your mistakes, You wish for the bright tomorrow That blooms into the open And allows the winds to blow. Spreading your wings, You now lift off this ground Where you have existed And fly within the sound. Hoping for the best, You keep on soaring up high Into the clouds that I've lost And never given into the lie. Forgetting all of the pain, You hold onto your tears W