Lady___

You can’t help but respect a beautiful mind.

“Heartless”, they call me, when I stay away. They don’t know the reasons, why I don’t wanna play.

I heard Satan laugh with delight the day the music died.

The pastel colors of longing.

I’m not a part. I’m not a member. I’m frozen.

To be able to turn truth into something tender. I want to be able to do that.

Everything feels liquid, including time.

And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music..

What’s in your head is not in your heart; you wait far too long to play your cards.

I am awakened, yet I’m distracted by illusions. I terribly refuse to come down from this reinforced sense of smug abstraction and rejoin the human race, not now, not ever.

Frolicking through the storm in my mind, I suppose I’m high on coffee at the limit of (x-3)/(x²-9) a -3.

left a dirty stain on my heart I can’t refute ..

Thankful that the best place I can be before God is admitting “I don’t know.”

My spirit animal is a black wolf! :) could have been a cat, but I can’t even handle the level of adorability happening here!

Lady____B