It's been a minute. Felt like a minute. Really, it's been 9 days. Which is crazy, considering how much I've used this. Ive been busy, trying to find the words in front of me, when I should be creating them. The crowds becoming a light persuasion. But you don't realize that once you get sweated in, you cant get out until you nearly drown, ( or do drown). The waves will try and pull you under their influence. It takes an outsider from an insiders perspective to tell you that. I go through phases, like a moon, my whole life has been a whole experience of phases, nothing steady. It'll pass. The only part I'd carry with me is music. And soon, this phase will end and I will wonder if I'll ever evolve into a butterfly.
Dreaming of moons and butterflies,
-Mia
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A Collection of Thought
PoesíaJust thoughts and stuff i have, but have yet to adapt into songs. A basic concept. High key inspired by Ryan Ross's Livejournal
