Miss Scarlett

 Enveloped in a sentiment,a sound that rushes over me.Engage an impulse to pretend I have a faith as pure.Not forgetting what it means to dream.Indulging everything.Entertaining thoughts that I've the strengthof those I yearn to be.Cheers and tribute greet the saviours.Reckless thoughts survive.Anachronistic and impulsive.And what will happen?Will I dream?I am too scared to close my eyes.For a second please hold me.None can change in me these things that I believe.But I don't know what happens now.I am too scared to close my eyes.