She’s the kind of person you fall in love with and still don't know her name,
the kind of person you look at and think, "god, what a contradiction."
You watch her walk down the street holding an animal rights sign&you want to run her over in your overpriced car that boosts your confidence.
She lies in your imagination and is a hypocrite just like you. She’s still that lonely six year old deep inside my mind who rarely ever talked to anyone and could never run as fast as the other kids in gym class.
The person who you will see ten years from now at a class reunion and she’s tried all her life just to forget your ugly face that she came home crying over. But now she is new&improved, squeezing this orange of life into the juicer, trying to make the most from the pulp&the vitamins.
LIFE IS NOT MADE FROM CONCENTRATE.
neither is she. it's a new start. for the both of us. Her mind takes photographs in black and white.
and maybe it's for the better.