one way call home

opens the blinds to my heart my spirt is awoken and taken to another place called "The Land of Hope" . Runs through my veins and hoping to continue on lifes' journey without any confrentation of its mid-cycle outlet as a beautiful piece of mind to look after and wash away the evil spreaded around the cranium. In another crazy world , i am afraid to cross the street. Hoping to succeed. In a life where there is nothing left to read. A feed of my own sorrow and depression has its absence to be saved and hiden from any type of predicament. Where as I am innocent!