They say she likes rain clouds, yoga, anything with wheels, and [tequila] sunrises.
She never really knows where she's going or what she's gonna do.
But she loves the road, the moon, and the music; and the memories to match.
She's learned that life's too short and decisions are too hard.
&& She misses the good times, the freedom times, the best times.
She definitely doesn't know if this life is measuring up to her expectations, or even if this is the life she wants.
And she's kind of a failure in her own eyes.
She's a malady, a masochist, and a miracle;
sometimes a martyr and a mistake.
But she's one of a kind, and you can't beat that.
4 comments:
You don't die a little inside...
You experience a new side to life. Embrace it.
Loves.
damn woman post.
Is this a post-secret, lol.
You don't die until you're, like, actually dead, silly mo mo. lol, I'm gonna call you that now. Sometimes.
:)
woman...post...now.
haha, i totally didn't realize i posted under my moms. not like you even KNOW you got that comment cuz you are NEVER on here.
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