she wanders in the night
across the land
searching for her memories
looking for who she is
no castle was strong enough to hold her
no city
offered enough
to keep her
she was lost in herself
she was free in herself
to forget and to wander
but no matter
how far she wandered
she still felt the fire
the ashes in her heart
the coldness of midnight
so she returned
to the broken walls
to broken windows
to flowers, guitars and shadows
intermingled
with wounds and blood and love
One day Im gonna steal this one for my stories 😀
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