audition
Christine. 19 year old sophomore in college. 20 min outside of chicago.
been writing my whole life because it's the only thing that keeps me sane.
"Insomniac"
i light up another cigarette as the night drags on...
it's 4 am and i'm stuck without a dream to sleep with, just moon-lit thoughts of confusion, restless and running, unanswered questions which my heart cannot solve.
i'm a self-proclaimed mystery of contradictions and fake smiles for others comfort. the self-concious twit passing out advice, while i drown my own bleeding soul in liquor and smoke.
"the bar"
it's places like these that give me the anxiety to fear being me. i feel taller than any human breathing in this social cage.
these bars, these clubs; forcing conformity subliminally through sexist schovinistic bouncers, judgmental female stare-downs and the all-too-common attire.
the females sound as if they bought the words that vacantly come from their mouths. meaningless gestures and expressions.
the air is stale, filled by past cigarette exhale, cheap perfume and the alcohol mustering, dancing on every wagging tongue drenched in conundrums.
this ones for fun
i'm on the right in the blue. this is me with my best friend emily who's an amazing artist and quite the inspiration.
thanks for your time all... happy new year