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Today I drove to Mexico
Just to feel the wind burn holes in my face and
Watch the sun dazzle the desert sands with
Explosive light. I kicked
My feet from those strangling shoes and
Glided barefoot with the road and my hair
Blasted behind me fading into
The windy horizon and mixing entwining braiding
Into the beat beat beat of my
Drumming on the steering wheel and
The static radio. Turn up the volume to
Release that caged laughter.
Today I drove to Mexico just
To feel the freckles speckle like
Diamonds across the atlas of my nose.
I stood on the edge of the cliff of the world wearing five
Inch red heels that glowed embers and I took that
Cinder block and put it on the gas and watched
As metal toppled over metal off the edge and
I was jealous because it shined and flew soundless.
I skipped all the way home in those red heels and
I have the blisters and my freckles and parts of
Dazzled sand to prove how I,
Only I,
am
The art of breathing and
Breaking the rules.
my creative writing teacher printed this out for not only my class but the one before it too. it made my week. i finally felt good at something. i finally felt like i am doing something right for once, something good. because ive felt as if i am wasting my entire life here. that is, up until that day.
i want to get my cartilage and third holes done. i also kind of want a tattoo. i have no idea what i would get though. ill think about it for a long time. ill probably never actually get one.
i dont think i have any self control left in me. or morals for that matter. i really hate how much i have diminished as a person in general. ive lost sight of things. but ive accepted it, and i can say that even though i have changed and now i do things that i dont particularly feel good about, i still know myself well, and i still know who i am. and i still know what is most important to me. i know how to be true to myself, and i think thats all that matters right now.
two weeks of school left. life is flying by. i went to the Zox show with kate at castaways on wednesday. awesomeeee time. i love small shows. we also went to Deathcab and franz at cornell. yeah, i pretty much nearly cried because it was so beautiful. we were so close to the stage. when they played transatlanticism at the end, it was so powerful and just amazing.
ive found that im pretty much always at a really high point, really really happy and all, or really low and depressed. its always one extreme or the other. however, im not scared of things anymore. ive learned to just relax a little more....im not as anxious as i used to be, which is good i guess.
Just to feel the wind burn holes in my face and
Watch the sun dazzle the desert sands with
Explosive light. I kicked
My feet from those strangling shoes and
Glided barefoot with the road and my hair
Blasted behind me fading into
The windy horizon and mixing entwining braiding
Into the beat beat beat of my
Drumming on the steering wheel and
The static radio. Turn up the volume to
Release that caged laughter.
Today I drove to Mexico just
To feel the freckles speckle like
Diamonds across the atlas of my nose.
I stood on the edge of the cliff of the world wearing five
Inch red heels that glowed embers and I took that
Cinder block and put it on the gas and watched
As metal toppled over metal off the edge and
I was jealous because it shined and flew soundless.
I skipped all the way home in those red heels and
I have the blisters and my freckles and parts of
Dazzled sand to prove how I,
Only I,
am
The art of breathing and
Breaking the rules.
my creative writing teacher printed this out for not only my class but the one before it too. it made my week. i finally felt good at something. i finally felt like i am doing something right for once, something good. because ive felt as if i am wasting my entire life here. that is, up until that day.
i want to get my cartilage and third holes done. i also kind of want a tattoo. i have no idea what i would get though. ill think about it for a long time. ill probably never actually get one.
i dont think i have any self control left in me. or morals for that matter. i really hate how much i have diminished as a person in general. ive lost sight of things. but ive accepted it, and i can say that even though i have changed and now i do things that i dont particularly feel good about, i still know myself well, and i still know who i am. and i still know what is most important to me. i know how to be true to myself, and i think thats all that matters right now.
two weeks of school left. life is flying by. i went to the Zox show with kate at castaways on wednesday. awesomeeee time. i love small shows. we also went to Deathcab and franz at cornell. yeah, i pretty much nearly cried because it was so beautiful. we were so close to the stage. when they played transatlanticism at the end, it was so powerful and just amazing.
ive found that im pretty much always at a really high point, really really happy and all, or really low and depressed. its always one extreme or the other. however, im not scared of things anymore. ive learned to just relax a little more....im not as anxious as i used to be, which is good i guess.