princess autumA routine that falls through its own cracks thanks to the monotonous schedule, the play was over and the instruments stopped playing the exhaustion of the crown was the loudest noise over the earth when it hit the ground illustrating the horizon blinding the bystanders, the walls began to close in, and the floor started to dry, unapologetic and without disregard the words become swords and the wounds caused infliction by the dullness of their touch in the heart & the soul, the soul that has been lost and placed on hold to seek and rescue someone else’s mind. The mind begins to play a game, while the soul tries desperately to make a comeback, the heart begins to freeze and a icebox takes place where that heart used to be… not everything is lost and what is lost can be found, because we’ll never be able to get rid of ourselves, just like the flowers can’t hide when is time to bloom the ground begins to crack and everything comes to the light . —Denise

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