Gorgeous day
Happy by nature
Hippie girl in a little hippie world
Sunshine, blaze on.
All these thoughts in my head. Sometimes I like them trapped up together like my own roaring storm on this peaceful day. My own cross to bare, but I bare it with ease. It becomes a vicious song that keeps me in tune. And I walk to the beat and I dance to the beat and I lay my shaking head down to the beat and feel the breeze. This whirl wind of life has me on my toes.
Peace pipe
I am my own sunshine
I’m so glad that he took me on a picnic at a park. I really needed some fresh air.
REALLY!
This whole campus smells like cigarettes, which I can tolerate, and am not against, but after a while, you forget what fresh air feels like. My brain needed oxygen, and I needed to lay in the grass, walk in the grass, talk in the grass, and explore in the woods.
It was a really great day.
Time to go for a ride.
Showing off some of my other piercings as well.
There’s something about frying my brain that activates other areas.
I don’t get along with very many people, yet when in the throws of conversation, I prosper. Its difficult to explain. I am not privy to talking about the norm.
Im tired of it! I’m pleading for more in this life. I want to open my skin and let something real inside myself. I want to let this realness scurry around and tear me to pieces from the inside out. Crawl through my eye sockets with the gleaming reward and show these people the meaning of life. I want more than this and Im so willing to be the sacrifice. Take me to the extreme and then over the edge. I never refuse, because I never want the idiotic regret of not trying. I always want more life experience. I want more people to know me, and if not me, I want them to know themselves. FUCK!
Know you’re extremes, know yourself and know others. Know that undermining is a terrible, nasty habit and know that if you don’t like someone, then leave them the fuck alone. Leave them. Why are people so blind to everything!? Why are they blind to themselves. Why is the space in their minds being preoccupied with television and other people and fluff conversations and the means of only tomorrow. They seem to walk through life never thinking of the obscure, the unknown, the irrational or the adventure. There is more to this than what you see today and are told tomorrow. Please have thoughts in your mind, thoughts to discuss with others who think. THINK ON A HIGHER LEVEL. Please. I do not mean to sound so controlling, but i am frantic, desperate. What I want is not much. And its more than me, it is a want that you should want for yourself.
To read this and deny me, would be like saying “Me, think on a higher level, NO, I will continue to think on a lower level.”
Moronic.
People so terribly make and break me. It is people who I love, and people who I hate. We are in a death match, where I will not go on without helping them understand, yet they do not understand enough to help themselves and relinquish me to freedom.
But alas, I am safe while in the trenches of torment inside my mind. I am safe because I never put myself through more than I can endure.
And I regress.
And another that is similar but not the same. I wanted to capture the moment. I never wanted to forget. I always wanted this to be within reach. Showing everyone how happy I was. How changed I became and how I’m still me, but will never be the same again.
The sun massages itself into me. Mauls me. Kneads me. It holds me, penetratingly. Gripping me at all angles, the sunshine lunges inside of me and churns me like butter. I am exhausted by a meager hour of sunshine, but I want more. I need more. And as it thrusts inside of me, we mold together as one. And I am left feeling sunshine on me for days, made permanent by our bond to each other. A bond that rests like butterflies on the surface of my skin.