if i had a black cat, i'd name it mystery
maybe i should get bangs too. and a streak of red, since no one seems to want to let me dye everything red.
i have a paper due. a memoir. i don't know where to start.
well maybe.. maybe i should start at the part where im lying on the black couch in unit 203. when i notice that the different-colored paper cranes are still there. they've been there before the day i first went there. that was the day after my boyfriend broke up with me. i locked myself out the balcony. that night, i pressed my hand against the rough opposite wall. i didn't cry. i never felt the need to.
"and the music keeps on playing..
..but the words elude me"
the story of my life. the life of my story. ahh. i'm back to being cryptic. like paper cranes. or paper stars. or star fish. :)
the ghost has turned eighteen. he has started writing again.
peoplewentissheageniusandisaidyes lent me smoke and mirrors which was supposed to go home with samuel but ended up with me instead :) <3
oh, and i lied down under the stars with rose red and fingered the smooth grey pebbles in our backyard while yayasars strummed and sang.
and then..
i have a paper due. a memoir. i don't know where to start.
well maybe.. maybe i should start at the part where im lying on the black couch in unit 203. when i notice that the different-colored paper cranes are still there. they've been there before the day i first went there. that was the day after my boyfriend broke up with me. i locked myself out the balcony. that night, i pressed my hand against the rough opposite wall. i didn't cry. i never felt the need to.
"and the music keeps on playing..
..but the words elude me"
the story of my life. the life of my story. ahh. i'm back to being cryptic. like paper cranes. or paper stars. or star fish. :)
the ghost has turned eighteen. he has started writing again.
peoplewentissheageniusandisaidyes lent me smoke and mirrors which was supposed to go home with samuel but ended up with me instead :) <3
oh, and i lied down under the stars with rose red and fingered the smooth grey pebbles in our backyard while yayasars strummed and sang.
and then..