i like that, elle.
out like a candle, flickering.
today i got pizza, and became that shy girl who lowers her eyes so her eyelids cover her pupils like blankets when she speaks, and the girl who presses her lips together when she senses potential eye contact.
i felt like a flower, almost as if i blended in with my jacket.
just another flower in a garden full of weeds and berries,
although lately i do not mind.
About Me
- Katrina
- I am broken like everyone else on this earth. Understanding is my gift, and I have a passion for singing. Blank scrabble pieces are my worst nightmare, and writing music is my dream. I love to dance, but not synchronized steps. Over thinking things is a skill of mine, and I wish I read more. My head stays firmly planted on my shoulders, and over the years I have come to admire loyalty, faith, and courage. One day I hope to master one of these, or at least attempt to recreate all three.
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