She sat there confused and flustered.
She stared there trying to refoucus her temptation to be one other "perfect" being in this discolored utopia.
Only do i wish i could lend an undamaged thought.
Her ripped jeans resembeling the only heart she had held a shelid od disatisfaction over for so long.
Her thin falling show laces taking place of her eyes which had seen so much fear and hope simulaneously falling into seas of black and white.
Unfinished decisions and careless memories being paused and played and paused and played until the yellow sun drew a tear.
The waves roared with laughter, gazing at the sailormen passing by.
Not giving a care in the world, just happy to be alive.
But she's there.
Her despair glistening in the moonlight.
Who knew when dusk fell..
About Me.
- Emma Cherry
- In a yellow sumbarine, Liechtenstein
- We must blend into the choir Sing as static with the whole. We must memorize nine numbers and Deny we have a soul. And in this endless race for property and Privilege to be won. We must run, we must run, we must run.
