solyxias

i don't know where to even begin with myself. i am a mess of sorts, the kind of clutter that isn't necissarily meant to gather. but has over time. then time & time again. in a constant overflowing circle of dreams & needs. stuck between this & that & between the doorways leading to where i am waiting for my moment to shine. where i will smile & dance under those zanarkand skies once again. cyptic but obvious, or maybe you are just too completely oblivious to realize what is in front of you. ladybug & butterfly seasons again & you forget. you keep walking along the sidewalks along with the bikes & cars & people attending your classes & work