i see a girl in a corner whos lost her wings...its much harder to go up without them, crawling is not natural to her, she once explained to me...she writes, humms and taps her feet while smoking cigarettes..one after another after another after another...she sees nd hears flashes of there secrets..it rattles her, hence the writing and cigarettes...shes the kind of girl who looks clean when shes dirty, and dirty when shes clean...a passionate flame, a fire hazzard...addicted to the feeling of true feelings...i swear shes got a twisted love obsession with creating raw energy, like some black teary eyes alien...but honestly though... i could never hate her..she felt so much...for so much...it engulfed her at times...but when it didnt ..she was free and she was beautifully happy an angel of sorts... a nervous angel...she watched them with curiousity and love..not to say she didnt hate hate for unjust unrightious acts or things..a deep digust in better words...this girl this woman this spirit...is so many things to me...but the love she seeks none could compare to god or her...so she thinks...she is me and bits of all the ones she loves and has ever loved and to us thats gift enough for now....arill 2014