I want to stay in this spot, from which I was bore and tis here I will lay when I die.
I am a statue, carved from marble. Exacted with cleverness and an eye for detail.
soft, fine tuned curves erupt like volcanoes, from a chisel and mallet.
I am so aware, and yet still so naive.
Move me, but don’t take me away.
Patient and kind, and dull.
Nothing is going her way,
but all she does is wait
because she thinks that things will change
and her life will eventually have meaning
and no one notices anything is aloof.
And it is all her fault because she could have spoken up at any time
But she was raised to be a lady
whatever the hell that means.
I can’t be happier.
We all get sleepy sometimes. My boyfriend thinks Im a sleepy angel.
Regal in my own regards.
Classy on my own time.
Im a lady always,
Im a human being above all,
and Im staying true to myself and to you.
The beauty of human beings is inevitable,
that beauty is sometimes raw, naked and without “glamorizing”
real people need a chance to shine, on their own terms.
Embodying all my hopes and all my dreams, all my flaws and insecurities. Everything I wish to gain an protect along with all the fun and richness I can drink from this life. Hidden, is all the dark and all the psychoanalytic perspective and all the subconscious unknowingly floating side by side my whimsical body. Encasing a soul that holds treasures so immense.