not a pretty girl

"Everyone has a skeleton, and a closet to keep it in. Every song has a you, a you that the singer sings to - and your it this time"

I would learn to sing well, just to take up space in the world of noise. To get my point across, to say my peace - to scream at the top of my lungs with music. I would walk a hundred miles, without rest - just to find what I'm after. I just want to find whatever it is that I need to make peace, to get a resolution, to come to a happy medium. I will walk and walk and walk - run, jog, stumble. I will do what has to be done - always. I'd like to dance, to shake out the demon's and let out the pain - or the happiness and joy. I just want to make movement, whether it be verbally, emotionally, or physically. I would like to learn how to do almost anything, just to try it. There isn't much at this point that will stop me in my tracks - not much that will distress me to the point of needing to be rescued. I believe in my heart that we change every day - there is always change happening, we are always morphing into the people we are aiming to be. Sometimes we aren't aiming at all, and we end up getting so lost in all the changes - we don't even know who we are or how we changed so much. It take's a lot of searching sometimes, a lot of examining - some heavy-duty back-of-the-closet investigation to know who we are, and how we got here, and where we are going. I don't want to know where I'm going anymore, I want to live day-to-day and enjoy every moment as it comes. Maybe that's why I don't know how I got here.