ladeeanne

My lost soul unwinds in full as I fight windmills in a melancholy world taking turns in a corrupted heaven pondering graceless time. Listen…can you hear the windmills? Can you hear the end awaiting us? Silenced by the price of everything, I ponder the future as I incorporate the fiction of this world and all the mind games that are played. I refuse to surrender to their phony masks and all the self-serving lies they tell.  I constantly seek evidence of the reality of it all and all the chameleons that wade thru’ this land, as I try to reconstruct a world for myself to fit into, defiant with the negativity of it all, as the wate