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*stardust captured, bottled and broken*it amuses me to no end that people might think that being "emo" is out of character for me. i'm awesome at it.
and no, this is not a mad-at-someone post, these are my free-flowing thoughts - no thinking before i type. that's just not my style these days. needless to say i hate myself for being let down. i hate myself more for letting these emotions stain my cheeks. it's no longer about when I'll lose the battle, and lose the war too; it's about what i see happening and where i see it taking me. i ask the questions in my head and find myself answering them out loud. i can't control the memories that bleed into the present, they cloud my vision with messy fears that no one can explain. i curled my fingers around your thumb, felt the heat come from being wrapped up in you. but now i cant seem to find the truth in between the magical velvet curtains. i just wish it was all simpler, but that's what we always say. i'm not anything more than a girl. just bits of stardust all crammed together in one miniature package. and not so long ago i felt like i was a true star, someone who belonged in the heavens and couldn't be broken at all. silly silly me.
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