❝Did her delusions deceive her and lead her astray? Vile creatures bred from desperation and disdain. They should never have seen the light of day. But alas, those fateful mistakes had been made. Try as she might, she couldn't undo her hollow fate. She recoiled to carving out the withering tree, the once beauteous tree that represented her forgotten needs, her infinite dreams, the version of reality that she couldn't quite seem to grasp. Her fingertips, too narrow and worn from the ceaseless carving. Her mind becoming evermore hollow, as she carves away in her seeping pit of wallow.❞

Wednesday, May 15, 2019
11:47 A.M.