Its the smell of clean laundry, the warmth of the sun on the back of your eyelids. The windows down in winter, the chilly air hitting your face and filling your nose. A lovers kiss on the forehead, with secret smiles. The way your stomach hurts when you laugh to hard. The feeling you get in your fingers when you touch something cherished. The unconventional timing of death. Bitter memories and scarred pasts. Melted candle-wax and suede shoes. Piano keys and open fields. Glitter and Ivory curtains. Chapped lips and finding Faith.
This is life, my life to be specific. Everyone has a story, and these days, nobody has a problem sharing theirs, publicly or privately, hence those "anonymous". My other blog is all about getting your voice out their, changing something, but i firmly believe that to change the world, we must first change ourselves. So with misplaced phrases and a constant pouring of complete sentences, im writing me. People all want to be heard, the difference comes when you just listen, or you hear what they are trying to say. My goal is to do neither with this, personal, unscripted and unedited blog of me, and who i am. We so often have so much to say, but because of who we are, where we are, or fear from being something else that perfect, we keep our mouths closed, and in the process of pretending things don't bother us, and not talking about things because they are controversial to our "crowd" we create these, blogs. Because you can always take back what you say, you cant take back what you write, and i don't intend on it.
This is me, raw and uncut. The person behind the curtain, the girl fighting with a cage door that never had a lock on it.
Im tired of staying silent.
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