segunda-feira, 17 de junho de 2013

Paraíso *________________________*

I was always an unusual girl. My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality; just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean…and if I said I didn’t plan for it to turn out this way I’d be lying…because I was born to be the other woman. Who belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone. Who had nothing, who wanted everything, with a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn’t even talk about it, and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me.


Sometimes,
I feel like ripping apart my skin,
and searching for a reason for why
I feel this empty.
Maybe my veins are tangled, 
or something is lodged 
in my ribcage.
Because it feels like
something inside of me is 
missing or broken.











The day I will never forget.







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