You cannot fathom
the ocean
Until youve lost sight
of the
shore.
I'm only fueled by, only currently awake due to a nerve-wracking, heart-slaughtering, caffienatted love-brew that we've all come to know affectionatly as coffee. My name is Danalee. Im 21 and Im scatterbrained and Im weird. New Jersey is home. I get frustrated when life becomes repetitive and boring. I am absolutly and frighteningly obsessed with art and with music, I cant even pretend that anything else is even remotely important anymore. Between the two is the greater and the only good we have, really. I have the tendancy to make everyone dance with me, even when not appropriate, even if they, for some bizarre reason, decide they wouldnt like to. Near death experiences are my forte. I sometimes feel discouraged at the rarity of stumbling upon another person who understands me, but most of the time I feel blessed for it. I get too excited when a song churns out of the stereo and I happen to know all of the words to it. Sometimes I'll see a painting so incredible I feel like I'd been suckerpunched directly in my teeny little belly, and those are the times I hold most dearly. Somehow my actual, physical brain has morphed itself into something resembling the following:
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Its really not normal at all. But thats the mother fucking truth.
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