"She's in love, and the world gets blurry
She makes mistakes, and she's in no hurry to grow up
'Cause grownups, they don't understand her
Well it's a big, big world out there, but she's not scared...
She finds hope in the strangest places
She reads her books, and she knows the faces
Of everyone that ever said she's alone
She knows every word to the saddest songs
And she sings along, though her friends all tell her
That she can't sing...
She's eighteen, much too young
To know what a kiss like that would mean
But her lips, they were no stranger to the touch
And she likes it way too much."
--Mayday Parade, So Far Away

Sunday, December 14, 2008

I Won't Need a Map

My goal is to be lost.

I want to drift and float about in such a daydream that I am neither here nor there, but everywhere. I want to get caught up in my own creations until I can barely separate fiction from reality.

I want to write.

My characters are more of a comfort to me than any real people possibly could be. They're safe, a secure place to rest my head at night. They're a part of me that I had lost.

Ever since life became so out of whack, the unreal is all I care to know.

So don't mind me. I will wander this way and that, here and there and everywhere. And I'll enjoy it.

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