Look to the horizon, for your future lies within

lost on a path that doesn’t exist the life taken out of the living. the blood is still warm but her life runs cold. no where to go no where to be but a dweller in the attic above the sea, of stars on the wall and the symmetrical window panes. they are all fake an illusion to what is really hidden, outside along the horizon is where her future lies but if no steps are taken then tomorrow will be the last sunrise for her to partake in.