words that make up my story.
live for yourself, not for someone else.
her raven hair was torn away, splattered red.
i am a Goddess who is not a good, for i wish not for immortality but for the End.
human life is scarily fragile.
one speck of dust in the world becomes the world to one speck of dust.
within a novel, you breathe again.
these scars that maim your beauty,that crisscross across your pure soul,they each tell the story of your journey,give you unique characteristics that wouldn’t fit on another,paint your happiness in brighter lights,and give you a bigger heart – don’t view them as handicaps,despite at times they weigh you down as you swim and cause you toContinue reading “scars”
hands grabbing my feet,so cold, too cold, let me go,breaths stolen away Her rise to the top was mercurial. It was breath-taking. It was beautiful. She stripped away the corruption in the world, like silk dropping from her lithe body. No one recognized her from high school. he touched me again,i screamed and he bitContinue reading “survivors”
it was true love at the first sight.(unrequited true love) i saw him. his face. the contours of his cheekbones.the way the sunlight played on his eyes (beautiful eyes – ocean blue) he did not see me. his right hand was occupied. he was laughing.he smiled at the girl next to him, and i couldContinue reading “unrequited”