this is an elispis....

This is nowehere the end of the story. I have yet to fathom how to start the first page of the novel to say the least.

There is a ticket to a destination I am somewhat familiar with and sometimes miss desperately. But what is it do I mis? The constant uncomfortable feeling of not being at home when I am sitting in my driveway. Do I miss people who I only recognize because I have grown up with them? Or do I really need something from this desolate prison that contained me for ever long.

I think I am just a dramatic little girl who wanted to run away from the normal to figure out her own routine instead of people coordinating it for her.

I think it is good to get a new perspective and sometimes we do need things to make us stronger even if it hurts like hell.


 Try and remember to write more just to spit out the nonsense that is fluttering around that foolish head of yours.

i do not even like you

nothing what i possess is mine, besides me mid(degree) and my body.

yet everyone wants control over it.

Bile.Breathless.Bare and naked. Braids Branded in her hair. Where is your wallet. Where went your dignity. 

you aren't as dumb as you look..
t
..your not as smart as you seem...


why is being utterly undying endearing expressed s being a non empathetic soul who is only looking out for the last period mark.

I would rather have my quotations and apostrophes then swallow up easy sentences. surrendering to serene simplicity will not suffice my seductive shadow singing tonight

the garden is anywhere you can water a root

unfamiliar destinations and sanctuaries.  spraying sirens solemnly in the Saturday sun.

Lost yet not stolen. Running but not sprinting in the ever glow of the stolen sunsets.

Seduction surrenders the smiles that are shining in the shade.

The sun stares solely in the steady serenade of this siren.

The piercing pondering pucker lips are passive to allow the phoenix to fly.

the wait wonders in the walk.

it is easy to believe because you have to have a lie in between it all.

unfamiliar destinations and sanctuaries.  spraying sirens solemnly in the Saturday sun.

Lost yet not stolen. Running but not sprinting in the ever glow of the stolen sunsets.

Seduction surrenders the smiles that are shining in the shade.

The sun stares solely in the steady serenade of this siren.

The piercing pondering pucker lips are passive to allow the phoenix to fly.

the wait wonders in the walk.


it is easy to believe because you have to have a lie in between it all.

unfamiliar territory feeling vulnerably vile and voluptuously violated.

veronica was a very good name to use