It's simply really. I am just trying to escape. Aren't we all? Mice, caught by the tail in a cheap wooden trap.. Because we tried to get what we wanted. Unhappy birds all sitting on the same wire, because it is all we know. Aingsty, misunderstood, teenagers with big dreams, and hearts too fragile. Its not for me, and I am not for you.
I have leaped off that building. Some may call it a death wish. I call it writing. And it calls me late at night, from a restricted phone number.
Who is Sally J. Skinny Love? A better question is, who is this person who hides behind lyrics and letters? A writer, a dreamer, a raindrop in the storm. Who am I to decide who I am? Who am I to be anyone but myself? Who are you to try and answer any of these questions? Whatever. For now, I am Sally J. Skinny Love. Created by a lost soul, the words of those already enlightened, and love.
I am hopelessly sinking into this idea of Paris. My heart is there, my soul blindly searches, and my body is still caught in Lone Peak High Schools cold grasp. Ridged, boney fingers are crushing me. And i'm just trying to escape.
I like you're title, it's red, the color of blood.
ReplyDeletei haven't quoted many people today, but:
ReplyDeleteAnd it calls me late at night, from a restricted phone number.
-that was good
whoa. and your last paragraph is good too.
i wonder what my brain looks like
Good deep intro.
ReplyDeleteFollow your dreams.
ReplyDeleteI love your title and the whole intro... awesome.
ReplyDeletedate me
ReplyDelete