Gwendolyn

Lost amidst an entanglement of webs, her hollow universe of crumbling vigilance and sanguine reveries splits amongst the stars and the repelling stroke of time.

[Gwendolyn @ThePathHeTook]

“I think I wanted you to come down
I think I wanted you to ease my pain—”

[Gwendolyn @ThePathHeTook]

“I think I wanted you to come down
I think I wanted you to ease my pain—”

[Gwendolyn @ThePathHeTook]

« she already was. [@WebheadWithACam]

[Gwendolyn @ThePathHeTook]

« beat of her calloused heart. And now, lost inside the energy of it all, she became no more than the ghost [@WebheadWithACam] »

[Gwendolyn @ThePathHeTook]

« from long ago—wanting; needed to be incapsulated inside an ambrosial embrace from the one who still plagues every [@WebheadWithACam] »

[Gwendolyn @ThePathHeTook]

« vivacity. Gwen's prolixed legs retracted like that of a fawn, overwhelmed by faint chimes of laughter reverberated [@WebheadWithACam] »

[Gwendolyn @ThePathHeTook]

« and it's abundance of glimmering vigor raved in utmost endurance, sounds and colors all mingling in the bliss of [@WebheadWithACam] »

[Gwendolyn @ThePathHeTook]

« his words of deliverance of the spindles of webbing that held her so securely before that day.

Rockefeller Center [@WebheadWithACam] »

[Gwendolyn @ThePathHeTook]

« brief absurdity that spanned the short-lived reveries accompanied by the safety he endowed her with—whether it be by [@WebheadWithACam] »

[Gwendolyn @ThePathHeTook]

« to catch an infinitesimal glimpse of remembrance akin to her esoteric mentality. She felt herself collecting every [@WebheadWithACam] »

[Gwendolyn @ThePathHeTook]

« as well as the whirlwinds of bitter drafts. All the while she drifted about briskly, weaving her way around the city [@WebheadWithACam] »

[Gwendolyn @ThePathHeTook]

« laced with a modest mouth, shielding petaled brims and a reddened button-nose from the wrath of bustling crowds [@WebheadWithACam] »

[Gwendolyn @ThePathHeTook]

« delicate heel; wandering places where memories bore witness to the absence of all that once was. Consuetude fingers [@WebheadWithACam] »

[Gwendolyn @ThePathHeTook]

« knee-length coat of amethyst and a scarf of white, she could feel a new twinge of lament flourish midst each pop of a [@WebheadWithACam] »

[Gwendolyn @ThePathHeTook]

« ventured on, passing the occupants of New York while disintegrating upon a throne of tribulation. Bundled inside a [@WebheadWithACam] »

[Gwendolyn @ThePathHeTook]

« the confines of her mind. Tantalizing lashes befell on the various fissures linked throughout the pavements as she [@WebheadWithACam] »

[Gwendolyn @ThePathHeTook]

« rumination crumpling before an introspection as viridian hues met the date plastered all around—even outside [@WebheadWithACam] »

[Gwendolyn @ThePathHeTook]

« a labyrinthine pitfall of decimated explicability. Gwen's amicable persona now wavered within a haze, every [@WebheadWithACam] »

[Gwendolyn @ThePathHeTook]

« euphoric distortions resurrected from the past intertwined with the chaotic perils of that near fatal night; [@WebheadWithACam] »

[Gwendolyn @ThePathHeTook]

« psyche, each division of the seasons seemed to engulf her silhouette of asinine dolor. The adroit procession of [@WebheadWithACam] »