I've just turned 10; that's where this all begins. On my knees begging for penance from a priest who's eyes hold no mercy. I blink and I'm running away from a home f
illed with discord, devoid of comfort, wherein only strife and vile machinations reigns; with a sigh a year has passed and I'm on the streets of NYC learning to work a never fading profession; I turn a corner and I'm living the high life funded on the back of my back as I ride my way to... I don't know where; and now I stand here looking intently into a mirror that can only reflect my ever constant false honeyed smile. Always ready and always waiting prepared to turn the world on it's heard towards my favour only now for once that smile reflects the true intent of my heart I think after all this time I've fallen in love... but I know in the blink of an eye another 2 months will have already passed and I'll have fallen out of love just as I've finally tripped into it yet again. It's all over before I can even think to hold on. The world moves even as I stand still; I feel it running by even now. Oh look it's 6:00 pm already... time to go to work.
-The Tart
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