will i fork lightning? will i catch and sing the sun in flight? highest: #12 poetry

A girl with a great mind, thin cigarettes and heart shaped sunglasses.

life imitates bad television ✧ highest ranking- #31 in poetry ✧

I see the soul as constellations, each star connected to reveal an image, intricate and poetic thoughts forming bodies of light; but all stars fade out. * con·stel·la·tionˌ a group of stars forming a recognizable pattern that is traditionally named after its apparent form or identified with a mythological figure. Modern astronomers divide the sky into eighty-eight constellations with defined boundaries.

messy thoughts from a messy girl