FUCK BEING A SECRET.
She is not Veronica. She just called herself that when she did not want anyone to know her real name. Her real name did not feel to fit her although she used it as an excuse whenever someone found her out.
She wanted to be a vixen. She wanted to be a puma. A cat that preyed in the dark mysterious alleys and hid in trees. But she was not a dark feline at all. She was a lioness that illuminated rays of sunshine when she walked even alone. But she rather be called something else. She wanted she yearned for the danger that seemed to be attracted to her. The good the truth frightened her quivering body. Her bones ached for solitude and serenity. Her naivity navigated her to sexual encounters that compiled into nothingness. They only were good stories to tell. But that is the thing thats all it was stories. The truth is she is simple. She is not original. Someone already has the name Veronica and someone else really is a vixen that she thought only she could possess.
Her story of who she is suppose to be is fading away like a cloud that passed by as fast as a semi truck drives fast off into the dark highway.
What story is she suppose to tell ? What is she suppose to feel. Shoulda Woulda Coulda.
Fuck it. Things are about to get real weird.
meow
She is not Veronica. She just called herself that when she did not want anyone to know her real name. Her real name did not feel to fit her although she used it as an excuse whenever someone found her out.
She wanted to be a vixen. She wanted to be a puma. A cat that preyed in the dark mysterious alleys and hid in trees. But she was not a dark feline at all. She was a lioness that illuminated rays of sunshine when she walked even alone. But she rather be called something else. She wanted she yearned for the danger that seemed to be attracted to her. The good the truth frightened her quivering body. Her bones ached for solitude and serenity. Her naivity navigated her to sexual encounters that compiled into nothingness. They only were good stories to tell. But that is the thing thats all it was stories. The truth is she is simple. She is not original. Someone already has the name Veronica and someone else really is a vixen that she thought only she could possess.
Her story of who she is suppose to be is fading away like a cloud that passed by as fast as a semi truck drives fast off into the dark highway.
What story is she suppose to tell ? What is she suppose to feel. Shoulda Woulda Coulda.
Fuck it. Things are about to get real weird.
meow
