Caving to chaosAnd her eyes caved away from the serenity that her body language portrayed, how she had always wanted to crumble away and disappear. She would never be the same from this moment onward she could see things in a whole new light. Amongst all the chaos and heart tearing memories, she bit into her bottom lip hard, trying to ease her pain. In this moment there was no end in sight. However she pushed through. She had to find, Elizabeth.#“Noel Noel!” Elizabeth called out, brushing a few stray strands of hair behind her ear as she bent down putting herself face to face with Noel.Noel opened her eyes slowly and smiled up at Elizabeth, though she had to squint a bit in the sun. “Glad to see someone is finally awake” Elizabeth remarked proceeding to sit atop Noel’s abdomen.
Traveler's TraverseIt is hard to explain to someone with a narrow view of the world. How first hand experience can really change a person. If you stay with in your comfort zone your whole life it is hard to understand not only yourself but other people. Though at the time these experiences are unpleasant and you feel the need to surrender to your demons to give up and go home, you can push forward. If you must return to your starting point do so. You never know what may be waiting for you. Take these things in stride and run with them, because in that moment you will never be more alive. Despite hardships mishaps and guanine misery there is a light I can promise you that there is. I know that the unknown is horrifying, but we must all face our fears. I promise you that you goo forward and push yourself to achieve your dreams then no one will ever be able to stop you. So go boldly because you cannot be wrong only mistaken. Take what you learn and apply it do not ignore it or pretend it never happene
Pink Ribbons“I hate wearing dresses..”Emily sighed, as she glanced into the mirror at her repulsive reflection. Arms hung limply at her side Emily took in the sight she wished would change before her eyes. Her figure was much to be desired, the dress fell to about knee length and hugged her curves, but all that was really perceived was the curve of her stomach, and how her thighs jiggled as she walked to the mirror. Her arms were lined with pink ribbons of scar tissue, remnants of a past she only wished she could forget. That was another reason she hated dresses: they showed too much of her, she was exposed, there was nothing to hide under, nothing to hide the movement of her body, nothing to hide her shame, and nothing to hide her scars. Moments like these left her disenchanted and miserable in her own skin. With teary eyes and a withered soul she looked out to her mother for approval, exhaling a deep sigh pointing her toes inward, eyes darting from her mother back to the grou
LustThe worlds fall from you lips like velvet.Succulent delicate.They hold with in them lies, but such lovely lies.Lies I would love to hear for the rest of my forevers.And I would look in those dark brown eyes, and wonder where your innocence went.Was it stolen from you, by a thief in the night.Or did you give it away, in a lustful plight?