youth fine arts

Childhood clipped onto her membrane, her hair tangled like her existence. Trapped in a scenery, a photograph, an idealistic world created by the giants. Tomorrow doesn’t seem like a case to case basis, for her eyes are purposely dimmed to build uniformity. It would take arms and pillars to break free from this chain, it would take the skies and the heavens to become her real self.

Clipped from Reality by mtfv