Current Residence: Aussie!
Favourite genre of music: alternative rock.
MP3 player of choice: i-pod
Favourite cartoon character: the sexy fairy off fairly odd parents XD
Personal Quote: Drugs are for try hards i'm on a natural high.
for my universeI wonder at what point it was okay for me to say, I just miss the stars. There's this empty smoggy blanket over us and as much as I want to love you, your large and beautiful hands could never pick the stars from the skies back home. For a while it was just us, I'll always have this image of you with your furrowed brow, leaning over a desk and pushing papers, pushing and pushing until they fell off the desk.for my universe by ~Pinkchicken
You are my stars that never twinkle, burning up, distant and unreachable. I never followed science and you never sang nursery rhymes. We wanted our little person to be looking up at the twinkling stars and the moon, bright and close. Yet here I am, your moon, infertile and cold. All I feel from up here is every millionth mile. While I lay on the edge of our king sized bed all I see are the galaxies between us and I have no hands to touch you, no mouth to scream to you. From your turned back there's only a sliver of light reflecting years gone by.
I wonder if it was okay to miss the
was a ghostMarie-Anne was a ghost,was a ghost by ~Pinkchicken
she floated between dreams and bought back by a name.
She hovered and whispered in the corridors of consciousness, two dainty feet that never learned how to stop. She speaks in jumbled words "how I don't leave know to"
and her eyes stared at something that had long since left. I talked to her once
and long silky tears dripped off her chin. Marie-Anne
was eight. Going on eighty. Sustained by fragments of hope and an apple in the morning.
She kissed wilted flowers and held the hands of tree branches.
an old soul. a gentle soul.
she played hopscotch on the edge
and mourned the loss of her childhood-