A sense: [Nothing feels right.]
To be found is to be blissful.
To be discovered among your broken pieces of mind, turning over bits and pieces as if some beetle of knowledge lies underneath clicking its beakish beak , is to be purely naked. The fears, the lies, you would love to have your memory back; but than again, you'd hate to remember the sight of it.
Blurbs
About me:
Ello, my name's Marissa
and I belong in the desert
I believe life is just a chance to grow a soul
I wanna take photos and be a film student.
Yada yada information about me
I'm trying to be a merch girl for my friend's band (in these dreams)
I like cats and huge dogs
I'm scared of demons and Ouija boards
I can't wait to go to college (SCAD, Full Sail, etc)
I love Dear and the Headlights, As tall as Lions, and heavy metal
Tikka Masala is my favorite Indian dish
And I loved my toddler yrs more than any other time.