With what comes to the fold when the desire begins to bare. Lose all sense of self control as the products start to tear, this corruption unfolded by longing for destruction. Who can sense, dispense, administer without the lies.

Deception, she looks to the sky. A sweet respite that makes Victoria wish she were somewhere else. Why does she sit in the same spot everyday hoping that something will change. The only effect seems to be the dead grass that disappears everyday. Some day she hopes that she will see him. The one person that will change her life. Re-adapt, Repeat.

An art-form that makes us change with every coming day, Never do the words begin to fragment, compared to the thoughts and hearts of those combined. Victoria just sits alone, wasting her days by looking for her life companion that just continually destroys her heart.