I've also realized that after my drawings are not new anymore no one will find them.
That is all.


These are the MemoirsThese are the memoirs of you and she and he and her and I.These are the Memoirs
Her and I Are the strands weaving an imagination The kind you see in the children next door And the kind replaced with logic Its the feeling you get When the hole in the wall thats getting bigger Feels smaller Just the two of us growing apart
He and I Are the statues posing on the museum floorboards Locked in a cold embrace Our lips at an unforgiving distance of millimeters We were meant to be stared at Not unhappy But we are transferred into a wooden box Just the


Half of a White Picket FenceThe half white picket fence in my backyard Tells me to Go Go Go When all I aught to do is Stay Stay Stay Im not finished yet, I tell them. And all the while Im wondering if I really will go away. Will the clock on the wall, Impatiently ticking, Force me to listen? It flickers like an abused lamp, Screaming time's whisper like Im already half way around the world, Right beneath its face. Such a long way down If I werent fastened to the ground I would be scared of heights. So why is itHalf of a White Picket Fence
| I'm Rachel... but I've always wanted to be Alice. Basically, art and design is my passion and I'll probably be slow with my updates. I'm pretty chill, unless you interrupt my work. My looks don't really bother me but sometimes I wish my eyebrows were more similarly shaped. Making people laugh brings joy into my life and I've found that I'm pretty good at it. People tell me I look and sound like Juno. I guess I am kind of sarcastic. |
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"What I saw was equal ecstasy:
One universal smile it seemed of all things."
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Alexa <3 Mein Herz schlägt nur für dich mieze
12/2/13 Is the day I truly live
"In your own special way you tear me down"
Coal Chamber, "Sway"
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