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I have lived four lives. I know this because each time I have come out with different colored eyes. What happens when I run out of colors, I do not know. But, in this life, my eyes are brown, like the earth that I am tied to, but it was not always so.
I'm Jessica, sixteen, shaking and growing; a little lost, a jigsaw puzzle missing a few pieces. I am tangled past the Atlantic Ocean but not close enough to the Pacific. I have vines in my hair and shells in my eyes. I have an obsession with anything that flies. Mostly Birds - this journal is a mostly documentary of all things that nest, fly, and sing.
{sunspots in tealeaves, bohemia & dancing in the rain (swaying in tune to the trees: tantric orgasms), butterfly wings, imagination-means-creation, bukowski and the time traveller's wife, louise glück & bob dylan, electricity trapped in eyes, pandora & achilles (i-will-be-immortal), discovering galaxies and the stars in your hair}
Credits: LAYOUT