I am young still, lush and quaint, I have will power and blossoming visions, and so it be.

I will not turn my face to the old sorrowful mirror again, and now is just a step away from where I want to plant my seeds, conceive the promising future I have yet to imbibe.. my golden days, what if they were still to come, bright and fulfilling and so much more potent than the dreams I have bred within the blind yearning of ghastly youth?