All that we are arises with our thoughts.
With our thoughts, we make our world.-Buddha

Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave
safely in a well preserved body,
But rather to skid in sideways,
Totally worn out,
Shouting "Holy shit! What a ride!"







Answers to the name of Steph
Views the world through green eyes
Believes in karma
Holds her friends and her ownhappiness above all else
Her faith is unbreakable


Every morning she woke up to the sounds of no one breathing
Not even herself..
The room was still as empty
As she had never wanted it to be
And every song she wrote
Was just as worthless as her skin
-mine

Her hair covers her face
And the paper traps her eyes
Her guitar plays a song of what she screams inside
-mine

The broken window of that house
Holds a little girl on its ledge
She never leaves it's side
But she promise's herself
That someday soon
She'll break the glass and fly
She built her wings with promising
That she'd find a way
To free herself
From this house
There is no point to stay
-mine




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Green Tea
Positive Energy
Sleep Time
Black Nail Polish
Lilliac Incense
Cinnamon
God
Make Up
Yoga
Tranquility
Balance
Expressing your sexuality...just tone down the hussy stuff
Tattoos
Piercings
Butterflys in my tummy
Falling in Love
Music

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Skepticism
Isolation
Falling out of love
Wanting something you cant have