About Me
hmm it's very hard to describe one self espaciely when you're lost in ur own existance. Without a purpose or place you could call home just wondering walking around killing time and tryingt o figure out who you are. As far as it goes for me..im just lost
There she is , standing alone, motionless, locked up in a box of glass.Looking at her I see an imagine of my former self. Empty, drained by greed and thirst of society. Essence of her life has fled long time ago, locking up her body and soul in this forsaken detention. She's a porcelain doll, still in her original box, avoiding getting used and played with, then forgotten and thrown into the trash. She's avoiding getting hurt and becoming a garbage doll, but at the same time, she's avoiding life. I was just like her once.Her naked toes are touching the bottom of an icy cold, glass container in a shape of a demented cube. Walls on the inside, are coated with a layer or sharp edged ice that is hurting her feet. She's standing in a pool of her own blood. If only she was able to break free, and walk away, she would be a valuable individual for the whole society. But she can't, she's frozen, immobile, dead. Her soul is like a new growth, after the forest has been cut down. Offspring of the past that doesn't have a chance to survive, because the soul less concrete is already being put down, for the lifeless forests of skyscrapers.Yet, her body is still alive.It is the time now, to examine her closely, from the scientific point of view, after all she is dead an alive at the same time. She doesn't appear to be different from any other humans. Her feet are medium size, I would say 7.5 or 8 if it would come to guess. The growth of toes is regular, starting from the "Big Toe"being the longest, ending at the "Pinkie" being the smallest. Natural color and shine of the toe nails is hidden under a thick layer of black and hot pink nail polish. Some people present here with me say it's an outrage, and call such a thing a disaster, I call it self expression. Skin covering her feet, is rough at the bottom, and really smooth on the top.
That smoothness and flawlessness of skin disappears, while the eyes moves up her leg. Her ankles are thick, making it hard to distinguish where the foot stops and where the leg begins. Scars and cuts, still with the trace of blood on them, cover her legs. Razor burns and short stubby hair represent the skin. I move up my eyes and notice that the razor burns aren't the only thing that she would like to get ride of. Her body is coated with a layer of fat, she should work out, or run at least. But how can she now? Her body is frozen in ice.Moving up with my observations i look at her bottom. It's flat and not to big, but positioned low on her body, making her upper body look terribly long. Her stomach is in decent shape, but like i said before, it is coated with fat, that's what she must work on. Further up I notice a great scar on her milky white skin, it can be distinguished into stitches and piercing. It looks completely healed now, but it must have been something major, when she was still a baby. Still going towards the top of this individual, I come across the biggest physical gift, that nature has given her or should i say two. Her well developed chest is the main interest of all the males here.Getting closer to the head there is a pair of shoulders providing the support. They give birth to two arms that at first may seem to thick and strong for a female but as i look down they thin out and bloom with two feminine hands. Her hands look small with short fingers. Altho they're small they look very agile what makes me think that she's a good artist and knows how to work with them. It's unfortunate that her art wasn't able to save her from her faith.It is said that inspiration comes from the mind, hers is locked up in a just a little bit egg shaped skull. Covered by pale skin it created her face. Her lips are thin and pale pink, they don't seem to be used to often, probably just for natural human function like eating and drinking. They lack love and passion of another. Once solitary they are now coated with ice. right above her lisps there is a nose, might be a little to big for her feminine face but it definitely gives it a character. Tiny ears on the sides of her head are nothing out of ordinary. Topped with a forest of long thick blonde hair her statute seems almost alive. Still there is something missing. Eyes are said to be a mirror for the soul, hers however reflect no life. They're grey with no sign of life in them. But wait, there is a shimmer, tints of yellow, green an blue, giving hope for life. A whole rainbow of colors is hidden deep inside. They seem to be pulling me in, hypnotizing, wanting me to set them free. But i can't I'm only here to watch just like everyone else.She's a vivid soul trapped in a box , unable to get out and live. If only someone could break the glass..
Your Seduction Style: The Natural
You don't really try to seduce people... it just seems to happen.
Fun loving and free spirited, you bring out the inner child in people.
You are spontaneous, sincere, and unpretentious - a hard combo to find!
People drop their guard around you, and find themselves falling fast.
What Is Your Seduction Style?
