PARADOX OF MUTED ECHOES
I had a dream; one of radiant sunrises and golden sunsets, of lilies and roses, with love and affection.
But alas, roses come with thorns, and my dream became a nightmare.
They say not all that glitters is gold, but how could I have known that my golden ring would one day become my shining handcuff?
You look at me through your screen and you behold the glitz and glamour. But behind that veil, my heart screams its loudest with every of its many broken pieces hanging by a thread.
I live in a castle, adorable to passersby. But within the walls, the emptiness echoes my silence so loud that I wonder when this "cave" will eventually become my "grave".
But still, I smile.