Mood: Tired :O Music: Malese Jow - Girls' Night Out
She stands on the top of hill. Arms spread open so wide, if she had fabric joined from her fingers to her protruding hips, she could glide so freely, releasing all the trouble that the world she lives in encompasses. She stands. And yells so loudly the birds fly from their nests to find some sort of quiet. So loud that all she hears is silence. And she whispers to herself," I am woman. I am strong. I am invincible." - 'S is for sorrow, for all I don't say. S is for sick now, my punishing ways.' - 'Scrape scrape goes the knife. Scrape scrape goes my life. I am a human abortion. I am nothing.' - "And ye who writes, choose a subject suited to your abilities," Horace once said. So if I write about 'love' does it mean I'm good at it? Or does it mean I'm living in my own fake reality, my runaway world?
Wait Outside
Date Created: 160208
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