story time.

she's sitting amidst the chaos almost as if she's not enjoying it. But inside she wells up with joy so really no words come out of her mouth, therefore the blankest expressions are plastered on her face. Sitting near a window so the light hits her good side, the side where she parts her hair to put in her home made bow she made last summer. Her eyes holding stories beyond her years, and her emotions in bondage because judgement may very well be one of her scariest encounters. She gets up to walk down a hallway of lies, memories, situations of her past and situations of her imagination. She looked into the future and saw so much heartache and zoomed back into reality as if someone tapped on her shoulder from behind to say, "move forward please, you're holding up the line." Really, she was alone. People ran circles around her and needless to say she was use to the change and regretful let downs that made an impact on her so badly. It didn't make too much sense to her most of the time she sat around in loneliness, and it was apparent that she was trapped inside her thoughts, even though she smiled at everyone she came across. Perhaps it was the family she saw fall apart, or the friends she gained and then moved away from or lost, or the love of her life she thew away as if he was going to come back for her. Maybe it was the horrible thought that she felt people could possibly recycle her, because she had seen so many people do it, as if it were a game. The winners were winners of sin and luxury. The losers? She was scared for them. She was scared for herself, so he locks words away for a better time. So until next time, here's the key. Put it on this necklace. Wear it around your neck as a symbol of you actually wanting to know what happens, the next time around.