The twisted metal was growing cold now. The harsh pulsing of lead through her veins slowed. An exchange of oxygen mingled with gasoline. Encased in the fleshy tomb, her heart began to die.

"Flakes of white shiver from your bare branches.
Feathered aerials find shelter in your generosity.
Mammals discover the fruit you bear from your limbs.

And I, find beauty in your stillness.
Jealousy in your beauty.
And loneliness in my jealousy. " - Elly Evans


This was written by my most wonderful friend, Elly. And I think my blog is in desperation so I'm stealing it for some inspiration.

(And Elly...I didn't ask before I copied and pasted it..so just tell me if you want me to erase it off my blog..Muchos corazons.)

I am afraid of the future.


I am afraid of myself.


I want control in the worst ways possible.


I just want out.


How come it's not that easy?

Quiero ir a las estrellas. Yo olvidé mi corazon en la luna.

Me cuentas todos tus secretos. Y puedo mentir.