| | she could never write what she felt; all she felt at the keyboard was the need for 2am solitaire and the blinking orange box along the border of the white screen and she knew she was happy but heer mind wouldn't let her write stories of the girl with the best friends on the world. she is just so afraid of sounding cliche and she needs to be different, but her darkness is no different from anyone elses. dark city skies are not what she is feeling in her core; she feels chilly afternoons in short shorts and sweatshirts and running shoes and the girl's bathroom and broken cds and the floor in 6th period french class and everything she feels is so lovely and all she writes is nothing, nothing but notions and ideas that float in and out of her head. but really, it's quite comforting that she's so loving and so not able. |
| | Posted 3/26/2006 1:02 AM - 3 Views - 2 eProps - 1 Comment
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