Is it a storm, is it magic, is it hope?

“Said by a young lady”

Through the darkness of mine loneliness

Darker than the forest,echoing seems stormy

Am’I all alone now,Or they call me lonely although

Walking through my cold feet’s

Miles away,or just an few feet away from my steps

On there’s rainy droplets faded through my face

Few steps ahead saw an explosion

Or May I call it illusion,Are you real or not

That seems dreamy,Am’I daydreaming

Or something it sounds tragedy nightmare

Mines shaking steps,staring out opposite

But somehow it’s seems like It’s getting closer

Closer than ever before,Am’I chasing

Or gotten hypnotised Towards its own demise

Caring umbrella with colds hands and breath

Sighs in,Sighs out (JUST BREATH)

Suddenly an purple shiny fog,begins to appear

Spreading out,like an magical spell

Through aside’s shadows of an gloomy clouds

Feeling like,the times gotten freezes

Glances,stopped

But the echoes are louder(feels)

I step on,and lose myself again and again

Is it hope,or just an illusion

Maybe imaginary,Or might be something

Seems like an storm,but seen as gloomy

Is it magic or Just an tragedy

(MAY BE AM’I OVERTHINKING THAT)….

Losing mines glance in an mythical sparkles•