I borrowed this one from my mom. I doubt she'll noticed the last page missing. How can I not write? I am exploding in witty vernaculars. The writings of a nerdy train girl. Where to go with this one today? Watching the tree's go by, makes this girl feel like creeping. Sneaking around a patch of woods somewhere. Winding around tree's and curling under bushes, slinking around discovering the secrets that the bee's keep.
I wonder then if I'd come across a place that doesn't plague me with memories? What then would this girl hide from? Random thoughts? Bits of broken down star dust? Some left over remnants of last weeks wishes? It left a bad taste. I spit it out.
Looking for your house amongst the weeds..
Leave a light on for me so that I may find you..
