signed me in and told me i should post a pictures.

i can't stop thinking about stop frame videos of birds flying on strings.
and all of this german music, but not german music just german writings on
their page, and how i don't know what their saying, and the interesting photos
and artwork surrounding.

or how its raining, and the ground smells wet, and damp of thousands of years of earth.
and the crate myrtle beside my window with beads of buds trying to flower.
the candles still flicker even if i dont watch them, and it still smells wonderful in here.
its all about the crafts, and close pins, and pictures hanging from strings.

and life, and how i still see it as wonderful, even though i got pulled over last night.
you play with the nameless guy, guitar on the streets of paris, while i am here, giving my
dreams a little more time to flourish in the blooms and throws of spring, and love, and passion.

i am going to do everything in my life, at which i seek to do, and its funny because i am so positive, and determined, and almost entirely unafraid of being out on my alone. as long as i have built my nest of love, and allies. follow what the tea leaves told me.

id really like to see the hair fall around your face, and be in the palace of christmas lights and stars, little people living in each prism and break of light going into one dimension, or just being a blanket princess ruling over my warm orange blanket kingdom.

nothing can stop me, isn't that a scare to everyone else i know?!?!?