these people are like swinging vines, swinging me from one place to another so i never have to land. i better start creating some things of substance with it, otherwise, i’ll be someone who’s up in the air because she can’t land.
experimental stream of consciousness writer who may or may not be a liar. sanest person you've ever met but i'll look you in the eyes like a computer eating magnets. what i don't know about you, i'll make up. and you'll still love me because you don't know where i went that moment you swore i disappeared. my moods chase the seasons and i hear it makes an interesting read. i like smelling good.