Here’s a message to you I left it on the wind, You’re beautiful, Not because I say you are But because you would be Even If I never saw you Never had a chance to tell you That, You’re beautiful.
She was the type of girl that made men stumble into love. She walked in front of them full of confidence, only to slow her pace to watch men trip over their own feet to prevent themselves from running over her. Before men knew it they were falling into everything she was, the confidence, the whispered way she spoke, the halfway discrete tattoos that picked out from under her clothes to tease...
My nanowrimo idea:
As a lot of you know we are coming up on Nanowrimo (National Novel Writing Month) in November. I attempted to take part two years ago but as I was in school and behind in all my classes I had to give up pretty early in order to concentrate on my studies. Last year I did not even attempt to participate having learned my lesson about trying to write a novel and focus on school work. Well guess...
I am tired. My feet have grown heavy from wearing concrete shoes trying to kick up enough dust to make a mess. All I want is to be noticed or at least to not have to standstill. I’ve put myself behind a million eight ball and now I’m just waiting for my cue. When do I get to shine? When is my time?
I like Carrie because of the way she sways in high heels without falling. I wonder what it is this time that has drunk off the world. I know it can’t be this piss yellow watered down beer that’s done the job, I’m drinking the same thing and I’m sober as a morning alarm clock staring at a pretty blond pretending I don’t give a damn about anything she could say to...