Mar 17, 2014
"Penniless and tired, with your hair grown long, I was looking at you there and your face looked wrong. Memory is a fickle siren song -- I didn't understand ~"
She sat on the wall near the entrance to said haunted apartment complex watching as people walking pass by her feet swinging about as she sang a few lines from songs she once adored - of course being unnoticed as usual. Once a long time ago, she had all the attention on her, and now she couldn't even get anyone to notice her. Not anymore; not even anyone to talk to. Which made it feel as if she was roaming in a lonely hell, a desert of void and empty. And she wondered how long would she have to stay here; having her soul stuck in between.
