I give because I can, because I choose to. I love because I want to. I believe you should always believe. You should hold yourself in the highest of regards. Truth will never lie. You can always pick yourself up. Loving with all you have is scary but necessary to truly feel alive. Happiness cannot be granted by anothers doing only yourself. I can stand alone or beside another and still feel who I truly am. I am blessed, I know goodness, and I feel free...The bottom is old but relevant to where I stand today, a reminder of how strong I truly am.
I hang on until my hands are raw...I will always say I'm "fine" I miss everything always.... Sometimes I wish I were oblivious to it all. I could drown you with me. I'm awkward and forced...I believe in nothing yet give into it all. I become silent if you ask....I waste my time at the bottom of a glass...I rarely sleep, I smoke too much. As kind as you may be it still feels like a razor cutting my skin. I need to be needed, but rarely know the feeling. I hold those I care for close inside my shelter and I'll protect them fiercely at no cost...I will always show you your worth even when I have no idea of my own. My heart beats slow and my breathing shallow but I still feel...and I hate it.
I love full moons, strong wind, Black hair, the feel of something new, being in water at night, black birds, the shadows that trees make, biting red lips, solitude, playing guitar, applying makeup, writing in my journals, long eyelashes, green eyes, chambord and champane, dark clouds, Black and white movies.
I love to laugh as much as i can. I have a sister who is sarcastic to a fault. Think Darlene from Rosanne but she's funny as hell and I love her. Sometimes I hate talking... other times i won't shut-up. I have a passion for taking jokes way too far and I'm easily influenced when there's been a few too many drinks. Hmmmm, I used to be a body piercer now I only do it if you ask nice.
I love shoes, all kinds I just "Love" them, sometimes I will even pick them up and talk to them ex. "Oh you're a sweet lil'shoe I think u should be mine" They always agree and come home with me.
I go through periods in my life were I obsess over things, I become wrapped into my own little crazy world of the untouchable, but I love the madness of it all. I believe I have hurt many people yet none will step forward, they tread lightly over me unknowing I know. There are things I have said I would never do...I'm doing them. I believe I am caged and my wings have fallen off. I write everything out on paper and carry a notebook with me everywhere so I never forget. I can never make up my mind. I like taking pictures of peoples faces. I want everything I can't touch I love everything that I can. I always want more, It's a vicious cycle. I believe Vampires are real, I love to day-dream yet I'm grounded. People's stories fascinate me to a point that I would love to crawl right in. The more I go away, the more I want to stay. Sometimes I struggle with my thoughts....I have a wicked tongue and it tends to rule me if I give it enough rope. I'm always tangled in webs I've spun and I've decided that love is not enough......
