Writer of life and its flaws. Thinker drowning in thoughts, fightting them, writing them. Girlfriend of a boy who inspired most of my words and cured many of my wounds. Smoker and coffee addict. Part time ginger, full time music lover.

"I am not as fine as I seem pardon me for yelling, I'm telling you green gardens are not what's growing in my psyche. It's a different me, a difficult to be, stop feasting lumber down trees , freeze frame please let me paint a mental picture portrait. Something you won't forget, it's all about my forehead. Deny what is important, holds back contents that make Pandora's box contents' look non-violent. Behind my eyelids are islands of violence my mind shipwrecked, this is the only land my mind could find. I did not know it was such a violent island, full of tidal waves, suicidal crazed lions. They're trying to eat me blood running down their chin and they know that I can fight or I can let the lion win. I begin to assemble what weapons I can find cause sometimes to stay alive you gotta kill your mind." |-/



Jay, 20.