My name’s Lisa. I like looking at life from different perspectives-music, art, science, religion, philosophy, her eyes, his eyes, your eyes, my eyes. It’s all pretty fascinating to me. My skin is taught and clings to my fleshy bones, but my face is melting. I miss raised eyebrows and freckled noses almost as much as I miss flying kites and picnics and the smell of cigarette smoke. I’m living the life of a contradiction. I used to be angsty and sarcastic and messy and sad. I would wear the same fake wool jacket everyday. It was an awkward and itchy existence. Well, not that much has actually changed, but I was the aged white dandelion on top of the hill. I had potential, but you sucked me in on accident and I made you choke. I’ve done things I don’t want to do anymore, but I’m not ashamed and I’d love it if we could share our mistakes and learn and be so much better because of it. I wake up late every morning and I take a lot of showers. I eat a lot of apples and oranges and sometimes I go on walks through cracking woods. My dresser‘s full of mostly sweaters and jeans and skirt and tights. I have exactly two pairs of shoes-black converses and brown moccasins. I’d really rather be naked and barefoot, even though I’m self conscious. All I really want to do is lay down and talk to you for hours and then not talk to you for hours and have both be equally okay because we’re hearing and listening and most importantly feeling the truth and the love and the peace. It’s really difficult for me to spend more than ten dollars on anything. I don’t have a big problem with breaking the law. I guess I haven’t really learned from all of my mistakes. I’d love to go to a concert with you. Music has its own special place in my soul. My room’s usually difficult to walk in. I’m the farthest thing from a perfectionist in the sense that I embrace my faults almost as much as I embrace my strengths. I’m trying really hard to figure out who I am while still trying to be real. I go to a pretty wonderful school around forty nine hours a week and I spend around eighteen hours a week at a pretty wonderful job. Sometimes I like to be vague and sometimes I like to be precise and sometimes I just like to swear a lot. It would be wonderful if we could share our secrets. I won’t judge, I can absolutely promise that. When it comes down to it, I’d probably like you if you smiled at me and were honest and I’d probably really like you if you were into art or living or thinking or holding hands. Life is really pretty amazing for me right now.
