Nothing to say
Nothing nothing nothing to say
but a wish to say something anyway
I waste my time with random phrases
Passing over depth just filling spaces
Don’t care what I say or how I say it
just get the.....
w..
..o
....r
.....d
.......s
out
Rip the stopper off my bottle
Let go of control and let out a bit of my soul
Is there anything behind my fear?
Am I so far buried into my self that I’ve nothing to share?
Or do I simply hide the fact that there is nothing here?
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Carrie never looked for trouble but somehow it always seemed to find her. Yes she was supposed to be babysitting her twin cousins that were visiting for the holidays but she was only one girl! Sure if she had listen to her mom and had just let them watch the latest Disney movie for the 100th time they wouldn't have discovered that nail polish remover would take the paint off the walls. She really didn't think that it showed up that much anyways since it was only in the back corner of the living room. Carrie stared at the stain and remembered all the times she had been made to stand in that corner when she was younger. She ran her finger long the crease thinking about how she had imaged it would open up to another world if she only knew the secret…
her finger touched something beneath the wallpaper that fell like a zipper. She pulled her hand back as if she’d been burned.
No way!
She cautiously put her hand back. Definitely something there and she could see it outline clearly now she knew where to look. Gingerly she ran her finger along the edge and the paper seemed to melt away reveling a golden zipper running the length of the wall. Just then she noticed that the old flower ring she had found in her closet years ago had started to glow a bright green. Without thinking about she touched the back of her ring to the zipper and immediate it unzipped itself leaving a huge gapping hole.