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i wonderI am sitting in front of the radio and a bowl of Cheerios, and I am wondering what it would be like to wear a cardboard box over my head and have nobody know who I was inside. I wonder if I would be smiling behind the dusty smell and brown boxed sides. I wonder, I wonder. People sometimes say they feel like wearing a paper bag over their head; usually because they are embarrassed or because they have a spot. I would like to wear a cardboard box, to see how it feels to live in a place all alone and never let anyone know what was inside. I wouldn't let anyone see my eyes because my eyes see everything and they might see everything, too, if theyi wonder
by ~withlovenicole
to hide and never seeki'm staring at blank pagesto hide and never seek
and i wonder if i am allowed
to hide, or wish you a stranger in my life. the blank pages keep their secret and i skim the book back under my bed, just like i did in the summer with flat pebbles, making them jump on the water a few times before
sinking. oh, the summer
was wonderful, i could feel the sun on the back of my neck- a glorious feeling for a shy girl like i, but now
my hands don't look like mine, and i need a hiding place. i don't worry too much about it because my foot says "i am special" &
by ~withlovenicole
sleeping with ghostsi feel your ghost when i lie in my bed at night and i sigh because your white fingertips touch my neck; it feels so good, so good. you move my hair away from my face with your hands and it's beautiful the way you smile on my cheek. sometimes your hands feel heavier than usual when you stroke my skin, and i feel you there. a sound so small escapes my lips, but you hear it just as if you were here.sleeping with ghosts
some nights your ghost and i lie together in silence, staring up at the ceiling as if we can see through it to the night sky. maybe he can; he always sees things i can't, like our future. when i tell him my eyes won't work, that i can't
by ~withlovenicole
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"I’m not a writer—I just have an unhealthy obsession with words."
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so take your bias point of view away from my organic institution
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which of my photographs is my favorite? the one I’m going to take tomorrow.
it's not that i am not proud of my heritage, i am. i am half portuguese so there are a lot of similarities in culture- it's familiar to me.
it was just a thought at a time when i had been spending a lot of time with her family :]
i had actually forgotten i had that there! you are the first to ask, thank you for your interest! where are you from?
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