My mind is like pouring sharpie ink into a bowl of water, growing gills and getting high on the water. It's like getting drunk with your friends, or zooming past all the planets. Pluto included. It's like learning a new language and getting tickled my a rhino at the same time. It's like saying hello to an old friend, and playing the piano while swimming. It's like diving into fire, or running through the forest naked on a hot day. It's like a hit and run with stuffed animals, juggling cats, burning moons, spinning eyes, and it's somewhat nostalgic. My mind is a beast, a killing machine that makes good tea, the good cop, the bad cop, and all the cops in between. It's dancing on the roof during an eclipse, or drinking cold milk after a hot bath, it's staying up late texting your friends in bed and stealing your friends fries at lunch. It's the feeling of joy when you get on a plane for a vacation and those funny times you had in middle school. It's an explosion of all the galaxies and colors and a mix of alcohol and sugar. It's like dancing with you friends under the street light at night, and scaring the tourists in the graveyard. It's fence hopping, it's jumping, running and skipping, it's swinging and singing, its happy and sad, and most importantly, it welcomes you to enjoy the strange land of... Leah.
 rushia chan · Wed Mar 31, 2010 @ 01:52am · 0 Comments |
18, gay, and counting.