Amelia_v

Dreams are things we cling to.

Building a future,

Probably better then possible.

We create the idea that we want to be famous and beloved.

Even though we know that deep down,

I am making a fire made of words.

I am letting that anger waft into the night.

I am screaming that fear into the warmth.

I am crying that loneliness into the smoke.

I am punching the air as if it were my enemy.

Cotton candy feeling.

Stumbling words,

And a racing heart.

Hot cheeks,

And nervus hands.

Thinking mind,

And a dreamy gaze.

Aching heart,

And clinging seconds.

All sums up to you.

Lost in my head.
not hearing when my name is called
once, twice, three times.
thoughts swirling around my head.
lost, but not gone.
Reading a book, and drawing the characters in my mind.
lost, but still listening

Me,
loving,
bookish,
firey-tempered,
hufflepuff,
nerd,
adventuress,
Swimmer,
biker,
dreamer,
poet,
artist,
joyfull,
outdoors gal,
animal lover.