Faded, Washed and Without

There is no hope

in me, just an illusion

a foolish little song

whispering pretty words

kind lies, soft sadness

upon my lips

gently kissing time

into tomorrow

loneliness is the song

playing in the background

loneliness is the raindrops

falling across my skin

and i am nothing more

than faded and washed and without

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Reality and I have quarrelled. This is where I go so he can't find me, my Other Place. Here I can spin my Fancies and Fiction, as I wander among the Stars and listen as they whisper their secret to the moon. My name is Annie, I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself. I love cats, listening to the blues, the mountains more than the beach, being lazy, writing my fancies and fiction and I also love to crochet. That's me and this is my Other Place.