Friday, 21 October 2011

Nigh.

White.

Mind black. Anger white. Areas of grey.

Profanities. Expletives. A malediction.

Truth is. When all's said & done. To be happy, bask in complacency even. You have to be content. Meandering through with the occasional buoy (pun intended) the Bubble Tea pearls burst & you're left with a familiar bitterness.

I've forced my astigmatism to it. Desolation.

I'm a jealous girl. Grass is greener.

Failing.
Flailing.

I recused a brick in my bed clothes when I was 9.

Career.
Desperation.

Pride.
24 months departed.

I despise emoticons.

Wink.

Lighter octave. Like;


From Vogue

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