on taking chancesone day something impossible might become possible, and nobody will notice because no one will try.
yellowi remember the yellow walls.an eternity of paincompacted into a few minutesof pointed edges and vials of blood.you wouldn't look me in the eyes;your little girlpoked and prodded by too many hands,comforted by too few.it was for the best,or so they thought at the time.but it gave me nothing - only fearsthat still won't let me go.so when you askwhy i don't wear the color yellowor why i can't look at sharp edgesi will smile and tell youit was because of a nightmare(that i wish hadn't been true.)
dissolutionfloating dust catches sunlightstreaming in from the windowwhere they used to laugh.it brings in the breezeand lets out their ghosts.cold words flow freelyand let new air in.it's not as if it was sudden;a deterioration of even the strongest structurestill forms cracks over time.(it's not about the buildingit's the dedication to keep it standing)but when someone tells you that they don't love youthat there's nothing left insideit hits you just as suddenas a speeding car.
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