The dream of this little girl seems to be falling apart.
Faith is the only shoulder to cry on she has, as the walls shatter in front of her.
Being an adult is not as easy as they make it seem; bills to pay, people counting on you. In all of this they forget to tell you the emotional strenght required to conquer “adulthood”.
Surrounding herself with the surreal,
Longing to forget what lies in front of her,
We all live life anxiously awaiting the light at the end of the tunnel. Little do they say what struggles you might encounter as you walk this journey of being mature.
Reality is a dream she wishes she could awake from,
The nightmare she never seems to win…
