the morning upon with dew in the grass, the clouds with a darkened tint of night. along the eyelids of a soul connected to a body unveiling from the light bleeding through the curtains of a meary blue, of fabric that hangs to the floor, the perturbed amount of restlessness, which made her question why live another day, if the circumstances were more so dissimilar she would be happy to wake up in an everlasting of happiness type reality, maybe living in some deserted run down, studio apartment decorated with the memories of traveling to the most aesthical places, possibly with the smell of burned out bong water covered with the fragrance of coffee beans and soy,wishing for the time in france where the studio 6 apartment smelled the same, as the memories of the night long, star shopping adventurous moments with flashing lights among her retinas tampered through her mind, as she felt happy she thought she had finally made it and is more then willing to keep doing so as long as she wakes up with more air equipped in her lungs allowing her to live a long fulfilling day, but in reality she dreads her existence as she is populated around death. death of friendships, death of animals she once gave her love for, dying grass as it becomes winter, life simply constantly dying down to nothingness, a never ending happiness
