Dream me oh dreamer
Down to the floor
Open my hands and let them
Weave onto yours



i'm tired of howling out to you.

love me.
love me.
love me.

you look at things, and tear them apart...
and want to think that you weren't part of them but, you were. you are every part of how everything is stitched together, and where would we be without this doubt?

<3

is this real life?

no its not yes it is.

and its really strange as to how you got here from there, now from then? right? i'm not asking the questions that defile time and space, but i'm asking you to.. defile them in some spark of existence, its totally different from how you thought it'd be right?

because it is. and i will be words on a computer screen but i am a heart beating, legs shaking on another side of this universe waiting for you, and my arm are extended.. they are, i want you in every part always but i'm just a human existing and how is that different from any other one saying the same thing, but no.. i'm me i'm stephanie and i'm bright with color and exuberance and sometimes so plagued by loneliness,

i am your reader,

and you are mine, and sometimes its all that matters,

its more than what anything in this life really is.. i'm two arms extending my love to you, always.

and you are always you, and greeting me with such acceptance.

formspring.me

tell me spirit, what has been done?

you tell me, are you running free?

Ask me anything

formspring.me

If I got you pregnant on accidnt. What would you do with the baby?

i wouldn't get pregnant in the first place though.. too careful... but at 18 i dont think i'd keep it.

Ask me anything

formspring.me

Can you tell who I am? What if I mention red butterflies?

It doesn't tell me who you are. but, i know who you are. because you and i both know about red butterflies.

they change lives.

Ask me anything