I'll start off with one line, then everyone just add a line after that, after X number of posts I'll post what we have so far. Just something to keep the creative juices flowing. ________________________________________________________ She's in love with herself
I am all too inlcined to add here :"She likes the dark." Maybe you should start with a different line. lol. eMBeMLaHV!
the eyes stay rooted fast in the back of her head, she is forced to endure past and perspective for all time, the crime is its own punishment.
Here's what we have so far, I like it! _________________________________________________________ She's in love with herself She drinks her skin in like nobody else could. I, to her, am eyes to reflect what she feels. If only she were born outside-in. Instead of with her inside out. If only she knew, As much as she has told us. It was all just a false lie The space left by her self-deceit was shaped like her true self. She thought about the day she had walked on the boulevard of broken dreams, and she looked back with tears in her eyes. the eyes stay rooted fast in the back of her head, she is forced to endure past and perspective for all time, the crime is its own punishment. She plays confused. Play she might, never in fear of being used. Used with the need to know a truer meaning for life. Meanings come and go, elaborate beyond comprehension or simple beyond contempt.