Hoping fast that my arrow’s flight is steady and true,
I need this, I need my arrow to find you,
To pierce your skin and enter your undecided heart, Please, oh please, this can be our brand new start, Maybe it’s not meant to be, Maybe my arrow will miss and strike a tree,
But my love for you is strong, it guides my arrow,
I cannot miss, the window to your heart is very narrow, It slams shut igniting embers and sparking fury spatter, To my heart and your window, we are known as ‘shatter.

Happy and sad are words for the same feeling in different time zones.

They left like you knew they would. They went away and you fell like a stone. All the way to the bottom of your room. I see you, yes I see you. Sitting in your chair, hating every minute of it. Falling like a stone without even moving. It hurt you to know that you were right about all the shit you wanted to be wrong about. They always leave you. You put yourself in the right place to get left.

And in my novels I live many lives. Substitutes of spontaneity to replace a dreary reality. How I live for those inky black words and kaleidoscope colored experiences.

Don’t ever forget you are beautiful, although your life, your past and your present situation may be ugly. You are beautiful.

I always thought that falling in love should feel like jumping from a cliff. A fall that scares you as much as it excites you, that leaves you breathless and wanting more. The impossible kind … that ruins you for everyone else.
This wasn’t it, and my chances of finding it have just become harder. I am not the same girl that I was before. Finding that special guy prepared to carry my load with me, would be one in a million, a fairytale come true, and just maybe, an impossible dream…

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