smearedxink

listening to one of her least favorite songs from the current mainstream on the radio waiting for her song to play she looks up in admiration at a picture of her famous dream boy her bags are packed she doesn't have a suitcase so she deals with four separate backpacks full of her life he'll come for her, she knows this... from studying his face eyes staring into hers seeing more than she does there'll be a night, she tells herself, that he'll tell me all about what he sees and she'll finally understand herself.